This manga brings back memories. It was the first ever manga that I bought for my personal library, when I was starting to become interested in Manga/Anime. And while it gives me the warm fuzzies from thinking about it, READING it is another thing completely.
I don't know what I was thinking back then. My taste was obviously very poor and lacked refinement.
Megane Ouji is, simply put, horrible. The male protagonist is cold and unkind. I don't even remember his name from how much I ended up disliking him later on.
Sachiko is a typical shoujo chick: clumsy, scatterbrained, and utterly annoying.
The opening scene was as overdone and cliche as possible. A love confession, rejection, the heroine introduces herself...
Their romance couldn't be more stilted and fake. Sachiko, if he treats you like dirt from day 1, he's not worth it. Get over him. He is not husband material. Any girl deserves better than him.
Bo-ring.
The only thing I like, even now, is the art. It's pretty and carries a light, airy feeling with it.
So, while I keep it in my shelf, volumes 1 and 2 carefully preserved, I never read it. It's too painful to go through with, even for nostalgia's sake.