I wanted to see him. I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to change my lonely days. Like a boy stealing for the first time, I nervously dropped my own mail into my neighbor's mailbox, carrying a slight sense of guilt. As expected, the kind man came to deliver it to me. Having tasted that thrill, I reached toward the mailbox again. The second time, the third time—surely even he, as oblivious as he seemed, must have grown suspicious. Yet I kept dropping letters, desperate to see him. Then one day, without warning, he suddenly kissed me... A story that leaves behind a lingering warmth, marking the beginning of a new love.