But it was also wrong. I knew that. Deeply, I knew that.
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
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. But it was also wrong
I pulled my hand back, gently. "Sophia, I...I don't think I should be here. With you. Like this." The summer I turned 17, I met her
She looked at me, her eyes searching. There was a mix of sadness and understanding there. "I know, kiddo. I love you too, but not in the way you deserve. Not in a way that's fair to you or to me."