At least, in the end, the movie didn't say this kind of fucking equals love, the two adorable gales went straight back to sex. Feelings? Yes, there are feelings but who knows if it's attached or for the deep-down-can't-live-without-you kind of feeling. The fact that sex and feelings can't be separated is the theme of this movie. But, dear you, noted "sex and feelings" not "sex and love." When you have sex, you give the permission to unveil every inch of your insecurity, physically feels naked but also emotionally. Then after days and years of practice, you learned to cover you soul. That's how you don't mix your judgement with your necessary feelings. On the other hand, making love, which has nothing in common with sex except the intercourse, is where you cultivate real feelings towards each other, and then later on, it becomes love, just like you wished it to work. Mind, it takes two, on the same vibe, same rhythm. Now, with no further rambling, you know why I'm happy they went back to sex instead of exchanging rings. Not that I'm advocating the meaningless sex. It certainly meant something for both of them, but it weren't serious enough, that's how you should treat unconditionally fucking. For all your little sex-liberated bitches out there, keep this in mind, don't mess up the perfect balance, otherwise you will spoil the fun for bitches like me.。

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