That was years ago. Sophia and I remain close, but in a different way now. I've grown, learned to navigate my feelings, to understand the complexity of love and relationships.
The summer I turned 17, I met her. Not just anyone; my best friend's mom. Her name was Sophia, and she was the epitome of elegance and grace. I'd always thought of her as just "Mike's mom," but that summer, something shifted. my first love is my friends mom
It's a piece of my life I'll always look back on, a reminder of the messy, beautiful nature of human emotions. That was years ago