Decades ago, my daughter's classmate, Kota, who lived nearby, confessed his love to me. Thinking that he must have been saying this out of the desire of a boy his age for an older woman, I told him I was sorry. Years passed, and when I opened the front door to greet my daughter as she returned home with her fiance, a young man who looked familiar was standing there. To my surprise, my daughter's fiance was Kota. Feeling nostalgic, I casually asked him that night if he remembered the old days, and he replied, "I still love you, Auntie," and to my surprise, he kissed me...