Back then, someone used to tell Kongpob to fall in love with a person who feels like the warmth of the sun on a cold January morning. Being the naïve curious teen he is, he spends most of his youths looking for the said person that truly fits the description but is saddened by the fact that no matter how hard he tries, it seems like he has reached a dead end.
Arthit loves the sea more than anything. Back when he was barely 15, he sneaks out of the house, steal his dad's red Range Rover, drives off to the beach and stay there until the sun rises. He then vows to himself if he were ever to fall in love, he wants that person to be like the cool waters of the sea that soothes his heart on the hottest day of June.
When their paths cross, Kongpob regrets wasting his youth for such things and Arthit loathes the sea, he might even puke at only the mention of one.
January and June aren't supposedly meant to be together because if they do, it creates merciless storm.
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Rewrite The Stars (discontinued)
RomansHe never wrote me letters. He never sent me flowers. I don't remember what he said, but I remember how he said it. Most of it was silence anyway.
