Say You'll Remember Me

by Abby Jimenez

“Would you still want me if I was a worm?” He pulled his face back and looked at me, amused. “Am I also a worm?” “No. Just me.” He blew a long breath through his nose like he was thinking about this seriously. “Well, if you were a worm, things would change.” “How?” “You would want to do worm things. You would have worm needs.” “So no?” “So I would take care of you,” he said. “I’d learn everything there is to know about worms. I’d become a worm expert. I’d put you in a flowerpot. I’d make sure your soil was warm and you were safe. I’d set you on a windowsill—but not too high, so you wouldn’t be scared.” He started kissing me again. Gentle little pecks around my face. “I wouldn’t know if you still understood me, but I’d talk to you anyway.” Kiss. “I’d play music I know you like and I’d plant flowers for you.” Kiss. “I’d decorate your pot with seashells. I’d never leave you alone. I’d take you with me everywhere.

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