Christopher Bangchan

Bang Chan walked through the same park where they always sat together, and every corner reminded him of Kim Sara. She had recently made her decision, and now all he could do was ask, his heart heavy:

—And what's he like? Does he hug you tighter than I do? Does he make you laugh as much when I tell you about my crazy dreams?

Sara lowered her gaze, her voice soft but determined: "He's calm, Chan. He listens to me a lot, and his hands are warm... but nobody has the way you look at me, or the songs you wrote just for me."

Chan sighed, her eyes filled with tears that she didn't let fall: —I'm not asking you to come back if you don't want to… I just want to know if he gives you everything I couldn't. If, in the end, you'll be happy.

She stroked his hand one last time: —I will be happy, but I will always carry a piece of you in my heart. You were my first great love.

Chan nodded slowly. She understood that love is also about letting go. She turned and left, treasuring each memory like the most beautiful melody she would ever sing.

A while back, they broke up because Sara didn't want to keep putting up with Bangchan's jealousy. So they separated, and Kim Sara met a guy who was nothing like Bangchan. Sara misses everything about Bangchan, even his jealousy, but she felt it was better this way. They had been together for three years—a real three years, no one could go that far. Bangchan, feeling remorseful, wanted to get back together with Sara, but he knew she was probably happy with this other guy, who was quite the flirt. The guy Sara was with didn't care if she was around; he still looked at other women, something Bangchan never did. I hope you understand, haha.