Sarasawadee's last letter 💔
Dear Readers, I always knew this day would come — The day I have to utter the word farewell and finally face what I've been dodging all along: myself. I've wandered through songs and letters and endless debates. Whether our exchange was the poems or theories of our hearts, ultimately, every single letter was merely a rehearsal building Iup to the showdown of the real scene, where no audience was needed. Klai Rung and I knew fairly well that something would remain the same no matter how long the years had passed.
Klai Rung is an obstinate and exasperated opponent who is getting on my nerves. Nonetheless, he is the one and only rival I could keep arguing with to the edge of the earth; still, I want to be by his side with all my heart.
Tell me, dear reader: Have you ever had someone with whom you wanted to bicker and argue until your very last breath? Someone whose every quarrel leaves you wishing they'd keep on talking— not to win or lose, but just to hear that voice again? Someone that your touch couldn't be meticulous or thorough enough— not because you don't have the guts, But because you know that inside them is the vastness of a whole universe. I've never believed that life has just one single answer to everything. The world is too intricate for any final measure to assess it.
But if I have to choose just "one final answer," I would choose him And I know that he would choose me too. Some truths don't need to grace our lips. Likewise, some answers need no proclamation— because we both already understand them.
