My first love was the woman living next door. Every time she took a shower, I consciously sniffed the scent of her underwear. Back then, she seemed like a dream—so surreal I couldn't tell if it was real or not, evoking a strange, indescribable emotion. My relationship with this woman I admired gradually developed, filled with awkward yet tender caresses. Every moment became a special, unforgettable memory etched into my heart.