Love Letters ( English Translation)

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Co-translator: phuchana_sibtis

The letter’s greeting felt like a low voice speaking softly into Puwanat’s ear. He unfolded a smile at the typical, brief opening. He’s considered keeping a scented candle around just for reading R.K.’s letters - how good it would be, to feel as though he was in the same atmosphere as the writer. Sparkling eyes scanned his bedroom, finding he had nothing to suffice. Letting out a sigh, he continued reading the letter.

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Do you enjoy rain?

I love the rain. Like when the drizzle of rain drops is like listening to a song written by mother nature herself, or when the refreshing scent of rain is healing to my heart. The humidity ligering in the air never fails to create an atmospheric mood for me. Absolutely perfect conditions for drinking a mug of tea or warm coffee while reading a book.

It’s raining again today. It reminded me of the time I last held a pen to write to you. The atmosphere that day made me want to write anything and everything. I enjoyed telling you about my life experiences so much that I forgot to mention this feeling…

Every time it rains, I just want to stay home with a good book. Grab a pen and mindlessly write, or even just play soft music and watch the rain fall from the heavens; blooming raindrops completely taking over the window pane as I let my thoughts wander and do nothing at all. But relaxation as good as that encourages a lot of feelings to surface, until I’m itching to jot it all down. My imagination leads me on to become addicted to the paper and get completely lost in time. It almost always ends this way- but writing is what I love. Especially if it will be read by someone I have special feelings for. This makes me crave writing even more than usual.

And I hope they can read it with the same happiness as I have writing it…
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Puwanat’s heart started beating faster upon reading that sentence. There goes mr. R.K., writing like this again… it feels as though he’s trying to say something to him. Sometimes it even feels as though he’s the special one that R.K. is implying. As if mr. R.K. is writing these letters to him as a…

… love confession…

He really felt like that: like this man is indirectly confessing his feelings. In almost every letter there is this warm, loving feeling being brought to him…

A soft, sweet expression flickered on his face as he wondered about this. He can’t let himself get swept up by the mysterious young man’s eloquent puzzles and start thinking nonsense like this! Just because his heart is filled with a feeling of lonely emptiness doesn’t mean he can start faltering like this. Finding entertainment through these letters should be enough- there’s no reason to uselessly get his hopes up. Thinking this, Puwanat let out a sigh and continued reading the letter, determined to stay strong no matter what mr. R.K. went on about.

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Though I love rain, I especially enjoy it when I don’t have to go out anywhere. When I’m traveling, rain isn’t exactly my best friend anymore. I usually travel in the summer, but there are still times I’ve had to face a rainy day or two. While it’s not ideal, it also isn’t the worst. On the days I’m stuck in my room, I could pull out my research notebook and spend that time to further enrich my writing, sometimes even sketching to fill up my notebook. Some drawings will be done in pastel colors, but for the most part it is in black and white.