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For the Love of an Asian Drama

So...one of my "friends" -- and right now I'm using the term loosely -- introduced me to Asian soap operas. More specifically, "The Perfect Match."

How did a show plunge me into the depths of despair in 22 episodes?

It centers around the relationship between a girl who cooks in the Night Market and a Cordon Bleu chef. The two meet, fall in love, break up, and reunite. Of course, there are various twists and turns that make it interesting. When it was over, I was crying like they were me and New Boo.

That's the reality. I was watching this fiction, wishing it was true for me.

When he broke her heart, I felt the same pain I fell every time things don't go the way I want them to with New Boo. Fortunately for her, she was able to recover her love.

Me? Not so much.

And that's why I'm sitting here listening to sad music and trying to remember why I'm supposed to hate New Boo. Trust...I haven't forgotten the many disappointments he's participated in. I also haven't forgotten how they made me feel.

But I also remember how good it feels when he comes through. I remember how disappointed I was when I wasn't pregnant and how he went out and bought me a coffee mug. Little things that make big impressions on the heart.

Sigh...

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