While cleaning my room, I came across a single photograph. It was of my first girlfriend, my first lover—and she was my friend’s mother. To her, I might have just been a friends-with-benefits fling. I stopped tidying up and began reminiscing about that time. Before I knew it, I had fallen for her, making pointless visits to my friend’s house just to see her. With her, I experienced my first thrilling heartbeat. My entire youth was taught to me by that older woman…