Pathum’s POV

Yesterday Scarlet sent me a wonderful letter. Gosh she’s so cute. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine her to do something like that. Well it was because I never had anyone send me a letter before. It’s a surprise but at the same time not so much to see her do something like that for me. She’s too precious.

I want to write back to her as soon as possible since it’s been a day since I received mine. I don't want to be late.

She deserves to smile more often. Oh so are we ignoring the fact that I never smile for pictures as much as Scarlet has told me?

It doesn’t make any sense, does it?

What do you mean?

It doesn’t make sense to mention your smile or hers. Just write that useless piece of shit already. You probably can’t do it successfully. She’ll puke at your words.

Oh shut your mouth, you misanthrope. She’ll love my words. I believe they’ll create happiness in her heart.

Aren’t you the misanthrope?

I ignored my internal voice. There’s no greater misery than arguing with it. Let me focus on the task at hand.

So I took a pen and some paper and wrote the first thing that came to mind.

The first words were ‘Dear happiness,’ instead of ‘Dear Scarlet’. It would without a shadow of a doubt lift her spirits higher.

Lame. My internal voice responded.

I was surprised that I came up with happiness as a title for the letter, although it’s not called that. But whatever it’s called, I couldn’t continue writing so I stopped and threw away the paper.

I then took another piece and started to write again but it occured to me that blue isn’t the right colour. So I threw away that piece of paper as well.

Finally, I took a third sheet of paper and It went as planned as I was writing with the pink pen. I’m not a girl but pink is better than blue.

This letter is meant to make her feel fulfilled and safe. Like she means the world to me. She truly is the world for me.

Dear happiness,

This is my third time attempting to write this letter for you. I’m excited and nervous, but above all it’s always a pleasure to write to you. I love you, sweetie. I’ve loved you from the day I met you. I knew we were going to have a special friendship. You’re the angel sent from heaven to erase the existence of my nightmares. This isn’t sugar coating or exaggeration. This is real poetry! I’m no good when it comes to poetry but when I must describe things to you, suddenly I’m a great poet.

It isn’t because I’m talented or that’s how I function but it’s all because you’re the missing piece to my heart. You’re the most valuable piece of my conundrum, the light to my darkness, and the best friend I’ve ever wanted to have. But most importantly, it’s because you’re a special person. I’ll say it again; I don’t have any talent when it comes to poetry but when it comes to describing you, I do.

What does that mean you ask? It means you’re a special being, and never forget that.

When I saw that letter you wrote, it broke me internally and externally. I couldn’t stop the tears from falling nor did I wish for them to stop. Your letter was a catalyst for my tears. I loved how you manage to string words together and describe the ringing of your heart. I saw the effort of an angel. How could I not appreciate that?

So now I’ll go on to explain why you’re special.

You’re the first girl with whom I’ve video chatted with and that was one of my happiest memories. You’re also the first girl to talk to me kindly! I’m lucky to have a bestie like you. And another thing, you’re also the first girl to become my bestie. So sweetie you have always been important and always will be my best friend no matter what. Even if I get a girlfriend, I’ll love you more, but I hope that she’ll love you too. I know it’s childish but what’s so wrong about having those ideas? We proved that a boy and girl can be best friends and we’ll also prove we can be besties forever.

I love you Scarlet, and I’ll protect you as well. It’s my responsibility to protect you. You’re my soulmate. The world may mock us, but we don’t need to give any importance to their words and actions; they judge the world based on their perspectives. So, let them judge us while we shine together.

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Thank you,

Pathum.

After I finish writing, I send her the letter. Judging by her reaction, I can tell she was happy. Wasn’t that the exact thing I wanted to do?

Scarlet: OMG! I just finished reading it.

Pathum: And..?

Scarlet: Gosh I can’t believe you’re even real. Thank you so much for staying with me through every single thing that happened. You’re a blessing that I never thought would become true. Thank you so much, hunny!

Pathum: Aww thank you credits for you sweetie.

Scarlet: I did nothing but exist.

Pathum: That’s all you need to do. Your existence is precious. Without you my life would be so boring.

We talked for a while and our conversation went to the point where she desperately begged for a picture of me. I couldn’t refuse, not when she begs me.

So, I took a quick picture and sent it to her. It wasn’t perfect. I never looked nice. I’ve always had ugly features, so why should I deny it? Eventhough my bestie always tries to be postive and lift my spirit saying all good that can be extracted from the picture.

Soon, I got a message.

“My mom’s complaining that you aren’t smiling. Can you retake the picture? Please?”

I cannot deny it.

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied out loud. Even though I gave a quick response with text, I couldn't return the same favour from a picture.

I tried many different ones of me smiling but they failed. However after several attempts, I finally managed to take a picture of me smiling. I thought it was a nice picture so I sent it to her. It wasn’t long before she replied.

“You’re so cute my prince, but smile a bit wider,” she texted.

I took another picture, making sure to smile a bit wider though I think I look uglier. I retook it twelve times until I felt like I had the perfect one. Finally, I decided to send it not because it was perfect but because I was tired of taking pictures.

She replied with, “I’m so proud of you! Look at how handsome you are.”

“Thank you so much, bestie but don’t be sad. I think I look terrible in those pictures. I don’t think these pictures are any better than the first ones I sent you.” I texted her.

“Shush, my prince. You look so cute,” she replied.

“Thank you so much, bestie!” I texted her back.

Scarlet: Also, guess what? My grandma saw you and she thinks you’re cute!

Pathum: Oh, that’s nice. Please say hi to her from me.

Scarlet: She told me to tell you she says hi, and asked if you were my boyfriend. I told her that you were. Haha, man, I wish you were here to see how my mom reacted! It was so funny.

I smiled fondly to myself. She’s so innocent.

Pathum: Awww… do you have any pictures of your grandma?

I’m sure she’s as beautiful as Scarlet.

Scarlet: Of course. Let me send you some.

Pathum: Okay.

Scarlet: Ugh! I can’t seem to send the pictures! The network is a mess, so let me send you the link for Google Photos. I’ve uploaded some pictures of us there, so you can see them.

She sent me the link and I saw her grandma. She looks beautiful so I mentioned that to her in our Google Hangouts conversation. I commented on the nice pictures of her and her family in google photos. It’s like an album, we can add more pictures as well as comment and share. I never knew this feature of Google Photos existed until now. Thanks to her, I learned something new.

Thank you, Scarlet. Without you this loser would’ve been alone.

I created a Cloud service in Google Photos, saving both our pictures. Now we don’t have to wait for hours until our pictures are sent. It’s amazing how we began talking on Wattpad and then moved onto Google Hangouts and Google Photos.

I wonder what our next step will be?

I typed in the chat:

Pathum: Your grandma is beautiful, please tell her that.

Scarlet: Aww! I’m going to go tell her you said that.

Pathum: Go girl!

Scarlet: She squealed in delight, and she told me to tell you ‘thank you! I’m grateful to have heard such a nice comment from you young man. Stay healthy and may God bless you!’

Pathum: Thanks! And may God bless y'all. 🙂

Scarlet: Thank you. Now, are you sleepy my short prince?

Pathum: Nope. I’m not going anywhere, Princess. And you might want to continue addressing me as a prince since I’m your boyfriend.

Scarlet: You don’t have to say that you’re my boyfriend. It was a joke my Grandma made.

Pathum: Lies!

Scarlet: I’ll never be your girlfriend and you won't be my boyfriend in a million lives.

Pathum: Gosh. I was just joking. Don’t be so serious sweetie.

God! My humour doesn’t seem to work on anyone.

Scarlet: I know sweetie! I was playing along.

Oh, never mind, thank God!