When I first started college, I lived alone in a rented apartment in an old residential complex.
My gentle landlady always left a light on and dinner warming late at night.
The pure-hearted junior in my class was always sneaking glances at me during lectures.
My capable senior coworker always made sure I got home safely after our shifts.
I was a shy, inexperienced young man,
but I found myself surrounded by three gentle older women, each with her own style.
Every smile, every frown, every little thing they did
made my heart race and my face turn red.
From my rented apartment to campus, from the convenience store to the streets,
affection quietly blossomed, and my heart never stopped fluttering.
I didn't know how to choose.
I only knew this:
Being adored by these older women made youth so incredibly sweet.
