While cleaning the room, a nostalgic photo slipped out from between some cardboard boxes. It was a couple shot with my first love. The moment I held that photo, I felt my heart slowly returning to the past. I first met her at my best friend's house—she was his mother. I always visited under some excuse or another, but the truth was, I just wanted to see her. Back then, still a child, I didn't know how to handle those feelings. One day, I visited my friend's house and found she was alone. My heart pounded harder than ever. When she asked, "Do you have someone you like?" my pulse raced wildly. Then she said, "If you're going to regret it, you should confess." Gathering all my courage, I confessed—and she laughed, saying, "Even though I'm an older woman like me?" Overcome, I couldn't speak, but she whispered "Thank you" and kissed me.