I wanted to see him, I wanted to talk to him, I wanted to change my lonely days. Like a boy stealing something for the first time, with a slight sense of guilt, I hesitantly posted mail addressed to myself in the neighbor's mailbox. The kind-hearted man delivered it as expected. Having tasted success, I posted again in the neighbor's mailbox. Second time, third time, even he might be suspicious by now. But I still wanted to see him and kept posting letters. One day, suddenly, my lips were taken…
