Empty Mailbox in Front of Door

She waited by the mailbox every day for a reply, but she only received bills and advertisements. On the sixty-third day, the postman delivered a return letter - stamped "This person has not been found". Only then did she realize that she had always written the wrong house number. It turns out that everything failed because she was looking in the wrong direction from the beginning. She squatted next to the empty mailbox and finally cried loudly - not because she couldn't wait, but because the sincerity she sent never reached anyone.