It would be impossible to say I wasn’t moved. Faced with love entangled with death, I still can’t tell, as ever, whether it’s death that brings the sorrow or love that brings the tears. P.S. I Love You is exactly that kind of film. It’s true — we can never really gain anything from love, yet we always end up learning so much from it. Love arrives suddenly, and leaves just as suddenly. You can hold onto one love, or wait for the next one, you can wait for someone far away, or let time slip away beneath your changing face… After all the ups and downs, you’ll always return to the ordinary — classes, study sessions, sleep… otherwise, once time has washed over you, you’re left as nothing but a lonely old person. The whole of love is just like the changing of the seasons.