Actually, it’s pretty much one blog that I frequent that is talking about it. It reminded me that I hadn’t seen a good romance in a while. I had not put myself through the long repeating, albeit explicitly stereotypical, wondering of a teenage girl’s heart through use of this medium we call anime. I hadn’t found myself vicariously longing for the boy I adored from afar. That feeling of forlorn love sinking into my soul. The knowledge of pending crisis only being alleviated by the thought that something better maybe, just maybe, lay ahead.

I thought about re-watching Utena or Kare Kano again. Then again Banner/Crest of the Stars has become more appealing recently due to having been mentioned in my presence. How about a selective run of Fushigi Yugi? It’s been a while. Then again, something like Ai Yori Aoshi may do; however, I don’t think that’s what I’m looking for.

I’ve said it before. I had hoped that Rome x Juliet would suffice, but it did not. To think, the story for which no other had more woe, that love story of Juliet and her Romeo would disappoint me so. My heart cries out for more. More heartache. More loneliness. More sorrow.

Am I a masochist? Do I enjoy it? I enjoy the experience because it isn’t my experience, it is a simple story. I’ve argued in the past that by experiencing a story one becomes part of it. That’s not at all at odds with what I’m saying here. I could sit back and relive old memories of lost love, pain, and heartache. I’ve done that hundreds of times. They’re the same memories without revelation, no new information. It just becomes a caustic song of all my ineptitudes.

Truth be told, this has little to do with finding a good show of a specific genre. I want to be moved, if just a little, by a story. That hasn’t happened for a good while. There hasn’t been an NHK, Honey & Clover, Kare Kano, or even a Koi Kaze (don’t hit me) recently. At least not one that has past by mine eyes.

I last recall a post along these lines not too long ago. Sometimes I just have to vent a little, I guess.