This review may contain spoilers
just finished it and wanted to share my review or just thoughts. Truly a beautiful drama and i regret delaying it. ps: can contain spoilers if you havent watched it yet.
so i just finished Twenty Five Twenty One after all these years of delaying it i spent more than sixteen hours straight with no sleep, watching while also going to work, and now i am sitting here at 04:00 with so many feelings i do not know where to put.
This series was beautiful. Every moment, every detail. It gave me the same feeling that When Life Gives You Tangerines gave me. That slice of life softness, the subtle poetry in ordinary moments, the way characters breathe and live and break right in front of you. The chemistry, the hardships, the family dynamics, the friendships that feel like home, the way it captures the poor and the rich and every burden in between. It felt real.
Except here, the ending… i understood it. it hurt.. it felt honest and raw. Because sometimes love is not enough, you can care for someone deeply and still watch the relationship fall apart in your hands, because life pulls in different directions. as someone who has loved and lost, this part hit me in a way i did not expect. it was painful but strangely comforting too, because it shows that endings do not erase the truth of what was once shared.
the scene that stayed with me the most is Heedo returning to the tunnel, the place where she and Yijin left pieces of themselves through their diary. when she reads those final words, it feels like a silent storm moving through the heart.
they were each other’s greatest comfort and greatest sorrow, and they loved each other fiercely. that is enough, because what they had was real. they stood in a moment that could not be rewritten. they loved. they lost. and they lived.
this drama made me cry, laugh, and sit in complete silence. it felt like growing up all over again. it felt like being twenty five and twenty one in my own life. and it reminded me that even when love changes its shape, the memories do not lose their meaning. they stay tucked in somewhere in our hearts, safe. they stay warm. they stay part of who we become.
Twenty Five Twenty One will stay with me for a long time
so i just finished Twenty Five Twenty One after all these years of delaying it i spent more than sixteen hours straight with no sleep, watching while also going to work, and now i am sitting here at 04:00 with so many feelings i do not know where to put.
This series was beautiful. Every moment, every detail. It gave me the same feeling that When Life Gives You Tangerines gave me. That slice of life softness, the subtle poetry in ordinary moments, the way characters breathe and live and break right in front of you. The chemistry, the hardships, the family dynamics, the friendships that feel like home, the way it captures the poor and the rich and every burden in between. It felt real.
Except here, the ending… i understood it. it hurt.. it felt honest and raw. Because sometimes love is not enough, you can care for someone deeply and still watch the relationship fall apart in your hands, because life pulls in different directions. as someone who has loved and lost, this part hit me in a way i did not expect. it was painful but strangely comforting too, because it shows that endings do not erase the truth of what was once shared.
the scene that stayed with me the most is Heedo returning to the tunnel, the place where she and Yijin left pieces of themselves through their diary. when she reads those final words, it feels like a silent storm moving through the heart.
they were each other’s greatest comfort and greatest sorrow, and they loved each other fiercely. that is enough, because what they had was real. they stood in a moment that could not be rewritten. they loved. they lost. and they lived.
this drama made me cry, laugh, and sit in complete silence. it felt like growing up all over again. it felt like being twenty five and twenty one in my own life. and it reminded me that even when love changes its shape, the memories do not lose their meaning. they stay tucked in somewhere in our hearts, safe. they stay warm. they stay part of who we become.
Twenty Five Twenty One will stay with me for a long time
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