I asked if you wanted to get a p.o. box so I can have communication with you unmonitored. I didn’t mean send letters to your house or my home. Secret letters. You don’t think I want to tell you how much I miss you and recount old memories? You wear me out but when I do talk to you again I go from a dried up old raisin to a ripe peach. Maybe it’s time to find someone new. ?