Or so it feels like. I don't keep count anymore, but I must've seen the whole series more than five times by now. And every single time the camera swivels in the empty apartment at the end it gets me. It feels as though a part of me has just died -- a part that I won't ever get back. They become a part of one's life when you watch it, and even if one watches the ten seasons in less than two months, usually, it feels like you've lived a decade with these people, and that you are a part of their lives as well. And now, it's over, once more. Until next time, friends!
Review of The Last One
