A tender, bittersweet story that only Nana Yagi could bring to life. I had always struggled to understand joy, anger, sorrow, and affection, which was why modern literature was my weakest subject. My adult tutor Ms. Yagi asked whether I had ever loved anyone or even felt interested in women, then suddenly kissed me and suggested I try falling for her. I could not sleep that night because she would not leave my thoughts. Loving her taught me the happiness of our first intimate union, the fear that someone might steal her away, jealousy toward sides of her I had never seen, regret after throwing my feelings at her, and the emptiness of our goodbye. Because I loved Ms. Yagi and she loved me, I was able to grow. I still have not met anyone more wonderful. I wish I could see her again.