While tidying up my room, I found an old photograph tucked between cardboard boxes. It was a two-shot picture with my first girlfriend. As I looked at the photo, memories of the past came flooding back. I first met her at my best friend's house. Yes, she was my best friend's mother. I would go to my best friend's house for any reason. Of course, because I wanted to see her. I was still a child and didn't know how to handle these feelings. One day, I went to my best friend's house. That day, only she was there, and my heart was pounding more than usual. She asked me if I had someone I liked. I nodded yes, my heart feeling like it might burst out of my chest. She said that if I would regret it, I should confess. I mustered the courage to confess to her. "Even to an old lady like me?" she laughed. Unable to say anything clever, she thanked me and gave me a kiss...
