The Way Home

I encountered my first love again after eight or nine years, during a brief stop at a gas station on the highway, just watching him walk out of the supermarket

I looked at him, hardly able to believe it, and tried to ask, "Do you still remember who I am?" He held the bottle of mineral water in his hand, looked at me, and calmly replied, "I remember, even if I turn to ash, I will remember you"