It's a piece of my life I'll always look back on, a reminder of the messy, beautiful nature of human emotions.
I pulled my hand back, gently. "Sophia, I...I don't think I should be here. With you. Like this." my first love is my friends mom
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. It's a piece of my life I'll always