Say You'll Remember Me

by Abby Jimenez

I don’t know how I fell in so deep already. It didn’t make sense. It was too soon, too impractical, too inconvenient. And my heart simply couldn’t care less.

“I don’t know why they still get to me,” I said. “Because they’re your first bullies. For some reason you never grow out of the way you feel about the people who hurt you when you were a kid,”

“I don’t know, I kinda like being pinned here. It’s making me want you in a way that’s a threat to feminism…”

It was so natural being with her, I wondered if loving her was a contract that I’d signed in a former life.