I read a lot of comments just now. It's incredible how we transport ourselves into this parallel world and experience the joys and pains: although it's fiction, our laughs and tears are real (like my tears now). The story has flaws, just like our lives. Whoever writes it is human, like us. But these flaws didn't diminish the human dimension of MJH, ML, LM, characters who showed their misery: they don't deserve, therefore, to be lynched by an intolerant morality that we don't apply in our own lives. Behind the characters, there are the actors, people of flesh and bones, like us, who worked hard, often get hurt, because Art is 90% perspiration and 10% inspiration and, later, 100% inspiration.
The story wasn't lost due to these gaps, because what is most dear to us was safe, the true love that we see between MJH and ML, and the spark of hope that leads us every day to suffer for another episode.
We are Poetry in a wild state, and sometimes our inner beast, blinded by emotion, wants to prevail over our melodious nightingale that keeps our dreams, threads that tie us to life.
Even in the face of the discredit of many and scenes that lead you to believe that there won't be a HE, I guarantee, against all odds, that we'll see MJH and ML prove that the undying flower didn't grow in vain in their paths. They'll have been watered with tears, theirs and ours, as the price of a happy ending.
