While cleaning the room, an old photo slipped out from between some cardboard boxes. It was a couple shot with my first love. Gazing at the picture, I reminisce about events from long ago. I met her at my best friend's house—she was my best friend's mother. I used to visit their home all the time, secretly hoping to see her. Still a child back then, I didn't know how to handle these feelings. One day, she was home alone, and my heart pounded harder than ever. She asked me, "Do you have someone you like?" I nodded, my heart nearly bursting. "If you don't confess, you might regret it," she said gently. Gathering all my courage, I confessed to her. She laughed and said, "Even though I'm an old lady like me?" She didn't say anything clever, but she kissed me and whispered, "Thank you..."