The last time I cried

     Tear is salvation. It cleanses your soul from deep inside. Shedding tear is the most truthful form of expressing sympathy, so it doesn’t happen when you aren’t truly moved. In today’s romance movies, tears are used to manipulate the emotion of audience because they can effectively emphasize the emotional appeal of a particular scene. Due to the excessive usage of tears, however, I found myself worn out of sympathy to the tears in movies; they no longer moved me. The most powerful emotional expression of all became the most prosaic one. This is why I never imagined I could cry while watching a romance movie.

     However, this movie, I love you-그대를 사랑합니다, was far different from any other movies I’ve ever watched. The explicit difference was the content of the movie. It was about love between two old couples who find their true meaning of life from their lovers. However, the more important difference was the way it delivered the emotion of love. The romance of this movie was neither powerful nor passionate. Expressions of love were reserved and not sensational. However, their love was true. The 4 characters in the movie loved their partner truly, and even the irreversible age, incurable disease, and irremovable history weren’t of any problem to them. They embraced everything within their love.

      At the end of the movie, when the letter of a husband whose wife has cancer along with Alzheimer’s disease is read by the protagonist, I couldn’t stop shedding tears. The truthfulness of his statements about his emotion penetrated directly into my mind and my sympathy to him grew rapidly. “I chose to be with my wife until the end.” This simple phrase can tell everything about him. He decided to die with her wife in his house because he couldn’t dare to live alone, because of his guilt that he didn’t know that a malignant disease was growing in the body of his wife, his lifelong partner. They were holding their hands tight when they were dying, not to be separated. Watching this whole scene, I found that love, no matter how passionate and beautiful, is as itself worth everything. It was no longer a commonplace sympathy to a tragic story that moved me. I was inside the characters and feeling what they were feeling. Their tears were mine, their anger was mine, and their happiness became mine. The tear that I shed at the end of the movie was the most truthful tear, the tear of salvation, the cleansing tear that made me again sympathetic toward love.