On the day of my eighteenth bar mitzvah, I gave myself as a gift to Leonard Berry.Five years later, I watched my new young secretary shyly sit on his lap and timidly kiss him on the lips.And Leonard tightened his arms around her waist, just as he had done to me then.Everyone thought that this time I would be angry for a few days as usual before bowing down to him again and making up.But this time, I decided to let it go.A twisted melon is not sweet, so I don't want it.On a snowy night, I moved out of the villa without a word.It wasn't until a few days had passed that Leonard sent a cold message, 'Come back when the weather dies down.'I, however, turned my head and blacked out and deleted the phone number, looking at the man in front of me with a brimming smile.'Senior, the confession of that year, still count?'