To start it off, Love was, in fact, NOT in the Big City of Seoul.
Just kidding. It was indeed found in yourself.


Cliche as it may sound, the series really tackles and hits you with the reality of how queer people survive in a place that lacks the progress of LGBTQ+ awareness. It isn't just the portrayal of Go Yeong's journey through finding love; it's the representation it has shown that many could relate to. I might not want to watch this again, for seeing Go Yeong's journey made me reflect about the definition of love. It hurts, it really does, and no matter how much you want to avoid it, there is no escape from the pain that love could put you through.

Expectations, in many cases, would always yield the result you wouldn't want to face the most. It is painful, and with that pain, can you really ensure you are able to heal from it? Will the trauma of past loves come haunting on you, creeping on you with guilt and consequences you don't even want to face? It's hard to be in love and even when you are in love, there are doubts, there are uncertainties, there are numb days, monotonous days that would repeat over and over until you want it to end. Is it the end though? When you don't feel the warmness of your partner for how long, can you even consider it love? When arguments begins to rekindle and the scenario replays again and again, only for it to be left unresolved and unspoken? Is that love? Would you want to experience that kind of love?

In the end, you would only find the bits and pieces of the emotions you have felt throughout your relationship. The good things would want you to keep coming back for more, even from other people. You drown in the negative side of love, only for it to haunt you back when you least expect it to. His touch, the pleasure, the sweetness you always crave—is it worth it? For you to lose yourself, only to always find yourself running away from the truth. The truth that you may not even want to face the truth that you might be the problem.

Yourself becomes the problem, and even you don't want to accept that. Unless you face the biggest enemy, that is when you could truly say you are free. You accept that sometimes love is not about the pleasures of it, the happiness you get from it, but rather you understanding yourself. When the lingering taste of love comes back to you, you have to face it that it will always linger and, most of the time, it is impossible for it to comeback.

Learn to love yourself, and then, just then, you might be able to love someone else.

PS: I left a very important detail so that readers wouldn't be spoiled.