Say You'll Remember Me

by Abby Jimenez

I checked Murkle’s Instagram half a dozen times a day. It was getting pathetic. I had to physically restrain myself from liking every mustard post she did so I didn’t look like a serial killer.

He was quiet on the other end. “Because I need to be in the same room as you,” he said. “Preferably one with a door that unlocks.”

“Because if you were my wife you would be my world. Everything starts with you and ends with you. Anything else is just the stuff that happens in the middle.”

“Some things are worth remembering, Samantha. No matter how much they hurt.”