I wanted to see him, I wanted to talk to him, I wanted to change my lonely days. Feeling a slight sense of guilt, like a boy shoplifting for the first time, I timidly put a letter addressed to myself in the mailbox of my neighbor's house. He was kind, and he delivered the letter as expected. Getting a taste for it, I put it in the mailbox of my neighbor's house again. The second and third time, even he, who is insensitive, would have doubts. Still, I kept putting letters in, wanting to see him, and one day, he suddenly kissed me...