My dearest Looknam
I'm sorry you're having a bad night again, wish I was there to comfort you.
Your letter scared me a bit as I had already read the last photo before the other two and couldn't make out some words as I was looking on my shitty phone. Once I could read it on my PC I understood though.
Tomorrow, Thursday 13th, we'll have talked for exactly three months. It doesn't feel like it has been that long yet. Time flies since I know you. So far I think you're an amazing, sweet and gorgeous lady. I'm so happy someone like you would care about me.
Meanwhile I feel as if I have the same doubts as you. I fear you won't like me either when we finally meet, hell, it's hard to believe you like me now. I always just feel as if you could get someone much better than me.
Someone better looking, someone more mature, someone with more money or just generally better at life, than me.
Yet, all doubts aside, I notice how I was already starting to feel bad when I saw your letter but couldn't read all of it. I was preparing for the worst. I was crumbling apart on the inside because I thought you wouldn't want to talk to me anymore. If anything, that feeling is just proof of how much you mean to me, how much I want to be with you.
You're incredible Tee Rak, I love how we like many things in common and I hope we could somehow have a future sharing wonderful experiences.
Rak koon thao faa