While cleaning my room, I found a photograph. It was of my first girlfriend, my first partner, and she was the mother of a friend. So, from her perspective, I might have just been a casual fling. I paused in my cleaning and reminisced about those days. Before I knew it, I had fallen for her, and I would visit my friend's house for no particular reason. And that first thrill of excitement. My youth was taught to me entirely by an older woman...
