LOVEOF THE LETTER (

Leave your heart in letters)

If letters could really bring love

If the letters are connected by a thin thread

If today's letters make your heart beat faster...

Part 1

My name is Vikram and my nickname is Vikram. His real name is Vikrom Atthapirom.

I'm twenty-seven years old. I'm the eldest son. I work to support my parents and send my younger brother to university with a career as a photographer. I do general freelance work. An additional occupation that has a more continuous income than the main occupation is a writer.

I am a writer of romantic novels that have been bought into many dramas.

Right now, I'm not considered very rich. I just can do what I want to do and have money saved up for my younger brother to study for a doctorate as requested. As for my father and mother, I garden and run a small farm in Mae Hong Son.

I walked out to the red mailbox that had faded with time. The red box had been exposed to the rain for many years but I had never had an opportunity to change it.

There was a letter stuck in the cabinet. I was happy to see it.

A letter from someone that has been misdirected for two years.

"Anas Songkraod", a person I have never seen before.

A letter from Krabi was sent to this house because he thought his girlfriend was still here.

From investigating the original owner of the house, who was a relative of my friend,

I found out that the person who used to rent this movie house was a beautiful southern woman who was now married to an Englishman, so I bought the house.

I mean, normally people will ask, why are you buying a second-hand house? Aren't you afraid of that?

I will describe to you what this movie house is like.

Close your eyes and imagine it.

brick colored house

The first floor is made of ordinary bricks, slightly country style. The second floor is made of teak wood. Don't be alarmed, the teak wood makes the house similar to a country house style. The second floor has two bedrooms. One office room in front of every bathroom.

The ground floor is the kitchen, the back of which extends into an open kitchen. And there is a living room where the sun shines every morning because there is an orchid nursery at the back. Now I've planted it in a cactus.

The garden is small enough to plant more trees, but my mother planted roses in rows.

So now I hire a housekeeper to come every Tuesday and a gardener to come every other week.

This house is built in Soi Sukhumvit in the middle of the city. Cycling a short distance, we found a department store that also had a skytrain, suitable for the time when I had to go to the company for work.

All of my savings that are left is this house.

As for the money I use these days, I use it to invest with friends in starting a restaurant in Hua Hin.

The rest was put into stocks.

But I still have to work.

oh

Let's get back to the letter.

At first I sent back ten copies.

Until one day there was a sentence written on the front of the envelope:

"To those of you who live in that house, please read and reply to me."

When I opened it and read it, I found the meaning of something like this:

“I've had dozens of letters returned. You might be wondering why I haven't stopped writing.

There are three reasons why I still try to contact my girlfriend.

First, she didn't break up with me.

Second, I want to know that you are still here even though I want to disappear from my life.

Third, I love you and do you still love me?

So if you read this letter, please tell her.

Anas has the flow"

Yes, I read it and laughed at the naiveté of the owner of this bold handwriting.

I read over and over to analyze the owner of this handwriting, whose name is Mr. Anas. What kind of person is Songkraet?

I analyzed it as follows.

1. Probably not highly educated Or they are so highly educated that they scribble.

2. I am a low-tech person. This makes me go back and look at the sender's address, which is probably in a remote and remote village, so I could use writing a letter instead of calling. or send Line email message That much

3. I'm a stupid person. Because I've returned hundreds of letters. I think it's probably about a hundred. Because for six months, he wrote every day, sometimes there were two. Definitely a crazy person.

4. Love is too single-minded.

At least he is a single-minded and overconfident lover.

I shook my head at the light blue paper I secretly sniffed. Funny, there really are people like this. It's like it came out of the era of my parents who used to write letters to flirt with each other.

"To Mr. Anas Songkraeo

My name is Vikram and I've been the host you've been addressing for six months. Since you sent a lot of letters (a lot) and I bounced them back, I inquired from the original owner of the house. The person who is your boyfriend The name Khun Duean is already married to Mr. David, an Englishman. Anyway, I'm discouraged. I think you should try calling her relatives.

But I suggest you find a girl to marry. Recently, you're three months pregnant.

P.S. To be honest, your handwriting is difficult to read."

Then three months later there was another letter from Mr. Anas Song. This time it was addressed to me and the handwriting was still difficult to read.

“Hello Mr. Vikram.

I tried contacting Duan's relative but she didn't want to see me. And I really got you with her via Skype."

Read up to this point, this person is not a low-tech person at all.

"Me and her and we broke up, but it broke up without me hating each other. At least I don't hate Duan. Plus, she showed off an ultrasound picture of her baby.

Thank you for your diligence in reading my letter.

I sent you a picture of the sea at my house, hoping you'll like it.

Anas"

It's strange, but believe me, he probably really likes writing letters. And I got many inspirations from reading his letters telling stories about his sufferings.

During the two years I became friends with him by letter, apart from the time I spent writing novels to sell to survive and going back and forth to Bangkok and Hua Hin, I read his letters.

Krabi's sea is so beautiful that sometimes I want to visit even though I've already been to Phuket, but the pictures of quiet beaches and white sand really attract me.

And of course I plan to go. But work continued to come in and I could hardly isolate myself.

"I used to like Europe more than Asia and the mountains more than the sea."

I sent a postcard to an address that I remembered most clearly after my mother's address in Mae Hong Son.

Sometimes communication like this is good too. It seems meaningful.

And Mr. Anas and I never once sent pictures or exchanged phone numbers.

For the past two years, I have only known him as Anas, a Krabi man, 34 years old.

Today I sat down on the sofa and opened the envelope and read it like always.

“Hello Mr. Vikram.

Last week, I was assigned to attend a training course on self-development for life, which will be in Bangkok.

I have to go on Tuesday and return to Krabi on Sunday. I'm staying at the hotel.... In case you want to meet me."

I automatically turned to look at the calendar.

I've been to Hua Hin since Thursday. Today is Saturday. Tomorrow is Sunday already.

There was something stuck in the envelope at the bottom of the envelope, so I shook it out and looked.

Something that fell out of the envelope fell into the corner of the sofa and I couldn't pick it up.

Oh...I feel like I'm in a rush.

Why are you so excited about something like this?

"If you don't have any business, let's meet. I'll treat you to coffee. It's a pleasure to have you as my letter friend."

Hello, my name is Anas.

I sat and watched the people passing by through the window of the hotel coffee shop.

I told myself that he probably wouldn't come, but I couldn't help but hope for it either.

I made an appointment with my letter friend.

Two years ago, from sending letters to my ex-boyfriend, I made friends through correspondence.

His name is Vikram and he is an employee of a publishing house.

He often sends photos of buildings after I send photos of the sea.

I didn't know what his face would look like.

And will he come to me or not?

I had full expectations.

The person who taught me how to come to terms with breaking up with my girlfriend was Mr. Vikram.

"Anyway, find someone who makes you feel like you like yourself when you're with them."

It made me feel like he must be a very warm person.

The writing says that a neighbor's cat ran away and gave birth in the backyard.

Telling stories and sending photos of cacti that are starting to bloom to show off.

I see him as a person who pays attention to details.

We talked about many things.

So I got to know something new.

Something that I feel is worth trying is eating fresh tomatoes with ketchup, which I don't think anyone can eat that seriously.

Vikram said he could eat kilos of tomatoes like that.

Thinking about the story he told in the letter, I really wanted to see his face.

"Dr. Nat" I turned to see Dr. Ing.

"Sitting alone for so long, why don't you go wander around the night like the medical professionals do?"

"I made an appointment with a friend."

"The other day I made an appointment with a friend and didn't see the doctor friend coming."

"Oh," I scratched my head sheepishly. I couldn't help but think that he would come. So I sat and waited for him every day.

"He's busy with work."

"Doctor...I'm really asking, are you waiting for your girlfriend?"

"Friend." A real friend. I like women. Since I was born, I have never looked at a man.

"Doctor, when the month left, why did the doctor take it so easy?" Hmmmm.

"I don't know either."

"Umm....Doctor, I'm sure someone has a splint on my heart." Dr. Ing slapped his own knee.

"Ah...that's right, where?" I laughed.

I glanced at the road.

A red light signals for cars to stop and a green light shows pedestrians coming. I was caught by a person wearing sweatpants and a gray t-shirt walking across the road in a hurry. He was carrying a backpack on his right shoulder, neither too small nor too large.

With long hair, he walked towards the hotel entrance. I glanced over because I couldn't take my eyes off but I admitted to myself that his fair skin looked like a woman's.

"Doctor...when you return tomorrow, do you want to stop by to go shopping with me?" Dr. Ing invited him again.

"...." I shook my head again.

"Oh, okay, then I'm going." I watched Dr. Ing's slender figure walk away.

"Dr. Anas, someone just came to contact the doctor. Name: Mr. Vikram"

I walked up to the front desk and the officer showed me his hand to see a person sitting with his head down on his phone. His clothes were the person I saw a moment ago.

"Hello, Mr. Vikram." He looked up almost immediately.

"Ah, hello Mr. Anas," I held my breath.

He looked different than I thought.

Because I thought that the man who liked to plant trees would be thicker and darker in complexion.

Mr. Vikram was thinner than expected and only taller than the tip of his nose.

"I'm one hundred and seventy-five. You might think I'm short, but don't show it so clearly." I wanted to laugh, but I was afraid it would ruin our two-year correspondence.

"I... didn't think you were short, but you were smaller than I thought."

"I don't think that's a compliment," he said bluntly.

"Um...before you start feeling hateful towards me, let's go have coffee together over there, okay?"

"I have a good shop to recommend if you like coffee, but it's already 6 p.m. I think we should change to something else."

"Do you drink alcohol?"

“No, if you remember. I've talked about good restaurants that I like to go to. If you don't mind, next time I'll treat you to coffee, but this time I'll treat you to Anas for dinner."

I boarded the plane from Bangkok with a strange feeling.

I can't help but think of conversations with people I think we may never even see each other in this life.

“It's this doctor.” I nodded.

“Now I'm also a teacher.

Have you started teaching yet?”

“Yes.” I secretly looked at the small mouth that seemed to droop, snapping food into it.

“Eat a lot.” I smiled and shoveled some food into my mouth.

“I am a thirty-two year old orthopedic doctor and will turn thirty three next month.” Being looked at like a child was curious.

“Really…” The person in front of me had fierce eyes, pointed eyes, like those of China, and his skin was whiter than most people from the central region.

“Oh...I'm northern. My parents are northern. But I grew up in Bangkok. I'm...twenty-eight.” This time I accidentally looked up at him.

I wanted to tell you your age, but when you told me your age at that time, I thought that if I didn't tell you, I would be able to talk more and you wouldn't think of me as young, so I apologize."

“No sorry, I never asked. But when they meet like this, I think they're university students.”

“I'm already grown up.” When I heard this sentence, I wanted to argue that I was very young.

“We talked about many things, including career and family a little bit. He showed off a photo of a cat that secretly went to give birth and complained that the two kittens were very naughty.

"I thought I wouldn't raise it, but it likes to sneak into the garden all the time, and sometimes it sneaks into the house."

“Take care of it, I'll send you some food.

It's difficult. I can take care of it myself. It's just so chaotic that sometimes I get a headache."

“Uh... I can't believe we've become pen friends.

“Yes, it is very good because I have never talked to anyone by letter like this except for Duan and Mr. Vikram.”

"Ah... I'm sorry to be rude."

“Yes.” He pursed his lips and asked me slowly, half-heartedly, half-curiously. It seemed funny.

“Have you really come to terms with it?”

"I've come to terms with it. I don't think about the month in that way anymore."

“That's good.”

“The other day we were just chatting via Line, L. My daughter Duan.” I handed the phone to him to look at.

“That's cute.”

“Yes.” The man's eyes widened. Express yourself clearly

From the moment he and I met, I felt that the person in front of me was a person who didn't hold back his emotions.

"Next time we meet, I'll treat you to coffee and a big meal."

“If we meet again,” Mr. Vikrom, in his fitness clothes (accidentally said it), accepted.

My heart wants to ask for a phone number so we can keep in touch.

“When you arrive at Krabi, don't forget to send another letter.”

“Mr. Vikram,” I picked up my phone and took a picture of him.

"Do you want to take a picture? Come, I've got a camera."

Taking photos together for the first time, meeting for the first time made me feel good.

“Then I will send it with a letter.”