Chapter 8: Brother, I'm a young man now!
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I have so many romantic movies in my memory. There are movies that were released a long time ago but have just had the chance to watch them, or some movies from when I was a child that I still never forget. If you asked which series my first love happened to be similar or similar to, it would probably have some parts mixed together.
Toey's image always appears in memories from high school. She is mischievous like Noina in 'My Lover', cute like the female lead like Nam in 'Little Things Called Love'. The difference is that I don't have any similarities with P'Son, the school's hot boy, so I think I'm more similar to Danchai from 'Faenday'.
Today I had the opportunity to watch an old movie that Jay found. It's a romantic movie that Toey used to like very much. Therefore, it is impossible not to watch the movie and talk about her. I finally understood in my heart how the previous karma should end.
The more I know that P'Toh is gay, the more hope I have. But it must be bad to move forward without ending the past relationship. Toey definitely has a new guy, moved on without waiting for me to explain. However, I'm also extremely ashamed of myself for never admitting or telling her anything about who I am frankly.
At least the movie's script should be better than that.
No matter how long I've been locked or refused to talk to her, I still don't give up.
"H... Hello."
Gathering up all his courage, I finally decided to call my ex-lover once.
I have to thank Mr. Janjob to death for helping me get in touch and asking for a new contact. After Toey deleted me from all channels and media, I knew that Toey must be in pain every time she remembered me. But since there really is no other choice, let's face it again.
It was continuous luck that this time Toey did not dodge like before.
[Um.] The greeting when picking up the phone was brief before falling silent.
Toey knew it was me, knew from the moment Jay contacted her until she heard the greeting. We dated each other for a whole year, both happy and sad and stuck together. It's sad that I broke them all.
"We haven't talked in so long. How are you?"
Is what I thought about, then wanted to ask. The only sentence the brain can produce.
[Good, happy.] The voice on the other end of the line is dull, still angry, right? Surely you don't want to forgive, right? It's a question I thought to myself but didn't dare ask.
It took so long to create a deadly atmosphere, but Toey was finally the one to break the silence.
[How about you?]
"Me too. I got my polaroid camera returned from you. Damn it!" Damn!
Who would have thought that suddenly my bastard friend, who was sitting nearby observing the situation, would kick my leg so violently that I was startled. When I regained my composure, I quickly stuttered. "Sorry, sorry. I didn't tell you, I just kicked the table leg."
Namo Amitabha Buddha.* Wanting to call to tell the truth but just starting to tell a lie.
* The original word is พุทโธ ธัมโม สังโฆ = Buddha, Dharma, Sangha, but that translation is a bit unstable so I changed it to Namo Amitabha Buddha.
But the bastard friend's eyes were sending constant signals, knowing that he was trying to adjust the situation. I'm the type that if I'm nervous, I often say or do something that's not what I think, like Polaroid, which is a look I know I shouldn't mention.
