Road Home

Eight or nine years later, they meet again by chance at a highway service station. During a brief stop, she sees him walking out of the convenience store, a bottle of mineral water in hand.

Barely believing her eyes, she asks, “Do you still remember who I am?”

He looks at her calmly and answers, “I remember. Even if you turned to ashes, I'd still remember you.”

Some first loves fade into memory. Others linger for years, impossible to forget, no matter how much time has passed.