While cleaning my room, I found an old photo tucked between some cardboard boxes. It was a couple shot taken with my first girlfriend. Holding the photo, I started reminiscing about that time. I had met her at my best friend's house—she was my best friend's mother. I used to visit their home constantly, but the real reason was because I wanted to see her. Back then I was still a kid, and I didn't know what to do with these confusing feelings. One day, I went over to my friend's place and found she was home alone. My heart was pounding harder than ever. She asked me, "Do you have someone you like?" and I nodded. I thought my heartbeat might tear me apart. She told me, "If you'll regret not saying anything, you should confess." So I finally gathered my courage and confessed to her. Smiling, she said, "Even though I'm an old lady like this?" Without any clever words, she simply said thank you—and kissed me.