Who loves Kusatta? Who loves Masha because she sent me Kusatta? Sherry loves Kusatta! Sherry also loves Masha to death because this has been the yummiest yaoi manga I have read in a while. So good, so good!
God Masayoshi is just so yummy. I am like in awe of him. He's just such a yummy man! Kya! And surprisingly, by the end, Atsushi gets quite good too. I'm almost able to forgive him for being so normal and being with such a delicious man like Masayoshi.
I like him when he's blond and I like it when he's not. I especially love it as I watch him going from black to blond and all the shades in between. ^^ God, how I wish these manga guys were real somewhere and I can just oogle them. I'm not as greedy to want them for myself -- I'd just be content knowing they're out there having nice affairs with other men. I just want to know that a typical yaoi/shounen ai love story can come true in the real world. It doesn't have to be common, just one couple would be enough. I'd be happy knowing that.
Ah, just finished it. *sigh of contentment* That was really a nice story. I love how it seemed to naturally progress through time. It wasn't rushed at all and it was so meaningful... I cried several times.
Masha! I really love you! Thank you so very much! ^__________^
edit x1: A totally off topic addition... I was reading a bit of the PoT manga and I've realized with more and more chapters I read, I don't know anything about Tezuka at all. Or how Sanada or Atobe sees Tezuka. How can I write a PoT story with Tezuka in the middle of everything if I don't understand the depth of his character? Gah, don't think about it too much. I'll do my short drabbles, trying to play with his character. Hopefully I'll come to a point where I understand Tezuka... And everybody else because the manga complicates these characters all too much.... Actually, I think I'm complicating everything...
Ah, one last remark before I go to sleep. I've finally figured out the allure of Yukimura. *sigh* He really is cute... I've tried to deny it but I can't. But I still refuse to put him with Sanada. Sanada is happy with Atobe and I'm standing firm on that belief.
God Masayoshi is just so yummy. I am like in awe of him. He's just such a yummy man! Kya! And surprisingly, by the end, Atsushi gets quite good too. I'm almost able to forgive him for being so normal and being with such a delicious man like Masayoshi.
I like him when he's blond and I like it when he's not. I especially love it as I watch him going from black to blond and all the shades in between. ^^ God, how I wish these manga guys were real somewhere and I can just oogle them. I'm not as greedy to want them for myself -- I'd just be content knowing they're out there having nice affairs with other men. I just want to know that a typical yaoi/shounen ai love story can come true in the real world. It doesn't have to be common, just one couple would be enough. I'd be happy knowing that.
Ah, just finished it. *sigh of contentment* That was really a nice story. I love how it seemed to naturally progress through time. It wasn't rushed at all and it was so meaningful... I cried several times.
Masha! I really love you! Thank you so very much! ^__________^
edit x1: A totally off topic addition... I was reading a bit of the PoT manga and I've realized with more and more chapters I read, I don't know anything about Tezuka at all. Or how Sanada or Atobe sees Tezuka. How can I write a PoT story with Tezuka in the middle of everything if I don't understand the depth of his character? Gah, don't think about it too much. I'll do my short drabbles, trying to play with his character. Hopefully I'll come to a point where I understand Tezuka... And everybody else because the manga complicates these characters all too much.... Actually, I think I'm complicating everything...
Ah, one last remark before I go to sleep. I've finally figured out the allure of Yukimura. *sigh* He really is cute... I've tried to deny it but I can't. But I still refuse to put him with Sanada. Sanada is happy with Atobe and I'm standing firm on that belief.