LOVE POV
It's been quite some time since I stepped away from the Thai entertainment industry, leaving behind the world I once dreamed of. A world that felt so real, so bright, especially when I shared it with you, P'Milk. My last project was with you, the second series we worked on together after years of being one of the most beloved love teams.
One of the most successful GL couples the industry had ever seen. Every series we touched turned into gold, always trending, always talked about, thanks to our fans—the ones who never left our side, no matter what. I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss that life, the spotlight, the excitement. But what I miss the most, more than the fame or the applause, is you. Working with you was unlike anything else. You were more than just my co-star, more than just a partner on-screen—you became the person I leaned on, day in and day out. For nearly five years, you were my rock. I depended on you in ways I never thought I would depend on anyone. You took care of me, Pansa. You gave me everything you had, without ever expecting anything in return.
Looking back now, it's clear how much I needed you, how much I took for granted all the little things you did for me. But as they say, all good things must come to an end. And we did, didn't we? I used to believe that you and I, as a team, would last forever. I really did. But life doesn't work that way, and even now, after all this time, I still think of you as the best person I've ever had by my side. Even though we haven't seen each other in years, I can't seem to let go of that thought.
How long has it been since we last spoke? two years? It feels like a lifetime, P'Milk. I wonder, how have you been? I watch from a distance sometimes, catching glimpses of your life online, and it seems like you're happy now. And that's good. That's what I always wanted for you. But there's something that's been weighing on me all this time, something I never had the courage to say to you. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for all the ways I hurt you, for not being able to return the love you gave me, the love I thought I wasn't capable of feeling back then. I was so scared, P'Milk. I'd been through two failed long-time relationships that left me broken, and I couldn't bear the thought of risking that kind of heartache again—especially with you as I don't want to lose you in my life. I wasn't sure if saying yes to us, to you, was the right thing at the time. I didn't know if we could make it, if we would still be happy after all this time. So, I walked away.
But now, looking back, I regret that night. I regret walking away, breaking your heart. And I can't help but wonder... is it too late for us? Could we still have another chance? Or have I already lost the best thing that ever happened to me?
Author POV
As Love let the words hang in the air, she felt a familiar ache in her chest—a mixture of guilt, longing, and fear. It wasn't just regret that weighed her down; it was the deep, unshakable bond she had with Milk. Despite the years that had passed, that connection still lingered, haunting her with every memory.
She remembered the way Milk would always find a way to make her laugh, even on the most stressful days on set. How her touch, whether it was a gentle pat on the back or a lingering hand on her shoulder, had always managed to calm Love's stormy mind. Milk had been her constant in a world of chaos, her quiet strength when everything else felt overwhelming. And she missed it. She missed her.
There had been so many nights when Love lay awake, thinking about the "what ifs." What if she hadn't let her fears get the best of her? What if she had taken the risk, allowed herself to love Milk the way she knew she wanted to? Maybe things would've been different now. Maybe they would still be standing side by side, just like they had for those five years. But she didn't. She chose to pull away, too scared to admit her own feelings, and that choice had led to this distance between them.
