“Are you still in love with her?” she asks. “I don’t think you ever really fall out of love. Time passes, so the memories aren’t at the forefront of your brain anymore, but your heart never forgets.” I shift on the bed to look at her. “It’s like when man first landed on the moon and stuck the flag into it. You might not think about it all the time now, but that flag will always remain there. The moon will forever be changed because of it.”
