Part 1

It was the longest fucking week ever. Yes, we were busy shooting scenes for the series Scarlet Heart in the beautiful nature of Chiang Mai, but it was still a long week. With every day that passed, I missed Santa more and more. We texted and sent pictures all the time, and we called each other at least twice a day, but... it wasn't enough.

My co-workers were fun; we joked around a lot. I was close to some of them. I loved that Phuwin was with me, I could talk to him about Santa, and he always knew how to calm me down whenever Win got on my nerves. Fourth was always in a good mood; we even sang my song Numb together while he played chords on a Thai traditional stringed instrument called a sueng. And Nanon... he and I had been friends for years.

When we packed our things to go back home, since we wrapped things up for now, I became even more anxious. I wanted to see him, to hug him, to kiss him. I missed him so much, I had never been down so bad for anyone in my life. And every day that passed, I realized I could never feel this way for anyone else again, not the way I felt for Santa.

He didn't know when exactly I was coming home, I didn't want to bother him because I wasn't sure myself. When the plane landed at Bangkok airport, my heart started racing like I was a teenager before a first date with his crush. But for me and Santa, it had stopped being just a crush a long time ago.