While cleaning the room, a nostalgic photo slipped out from between some cardboard boxes. It was a couple photo with my first love. Holding it in my hands, something deep inside me stirred. I first met her at my best friend's house. That's right—she was my best friend's mother. I always visited his place for one reason or another, though the real reason was to see her. As a child, I didn't understand the feelings I had. One day, she was home alone. I remember my heart pounding harder than ever. She asked me, "Do you have someone you like?" I nodded, my heart on the verge of breaking. "If you'll regret it, you should confess," she said. Gathering all my courage, I confessed. She smiled and said, "Even though I'm an old woman like me?" I couldn't speak, trembling helplessly. Gently, she whispered, "Thank you," and kissed me. That single moment remains etched in my heart to this day.