#pen-pal

I decided to check my letterbox. The postman became lazy, dumped my mail at neighbours miles away. I only remember his name. I threw away his letters since he didn't write me any longer. Inmates are like

Since years I am writing with prisoners. They became a part of my life. A good thing about prison is you have plenty of time. Time to think over stuff and time to join all kind of classes. Many classes

One of my pen-pals hopes (loves) to meet me and hug me for real. We started our relationship a few years ago. After some time I ended it. Why? Because his swinging moods and depressions did drag me down.