Is it so that every melodrama starts with love (one-sided at least) and ends with death? I guess it's truth, I have never seen one with a happy end.
He loves her, but she doesn't love him. She cheats on him, he finds out... Later, she starts to see him in a different light, actually she starts to get to know him. He still loves her, although struggles not to show that...

Why is it that we start to appreciate things when we are to lose them? Why do we waste time pretending we don't feel what we feel? And why is it that we have to pay for that in the worst possible way? One could say it is justice..

I would like to learn to appreciate every moment of my life, either good or bad, and don't let anything escape my notice. Bad things must happen to be able to value the good ones.

If you find some time,which may be hard now:), I recommend seeing "Malowany welon"; although it is a melodrama, but not a tear-jerker kind, so even men can enjoy it... I guess