Say You'll Remember Me

by Abby Jimenez

I felt like a bird bringing a potential mate little gifts.

The gnawing discontent of the last two months was finally quiet, and all I could think in this moment of relief was that I was kissing my wife.

It was like he was always thinking about me. A crow, bringing me shiny things.

“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.”

“You’ll till my fields?” “I’ll plow whatever you want, as vigorously and as often as you’d like.”

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