Say You'll Remember Me

by Abby Jimenez

This is why I hated humans. They were the worst animals on the planet.

Well-intentioned stupidity is still stupidity.

When he was being mean to me, he actually got hotter. Why am I like this?”

✨daddy issues✨

“Like if Rhysand from the ACOTAR series were a real person,”

oh be so fucking fr rn

“Ha. My toxic trait is not caring if I could change him.”

okay yes real as hell

My three favorite words: You were right.

You know how when someone dies, all anyone cares about is how? Somehow the moment that takes them out is more interesting than decades worth of life and accomplishments and living. I hated it.

“You want mine?”

“You don’t like them?”

I did like them. I handed her the toothpick anyway. I liked her more.

bye this is so fucking cute

I wasn’t an introvert so much as people just irritated me. I didn’t like dealing with humans I didn’t know. I didn’t like parties unless they were intimate and I knew everyone there. I hated mingling, I hated networking even more.

man is me as much as i wish i was samantha

“867-5309.”

SIX SEEVEEEEN

“California.”

GIRL how you gonna give this man the best date of his life get to know him like that and then jet away

“What happens now?”

“You forget me.”

“I want to go wherever you want to go.”

“Are you going to take my underwear off? Or do you want to talk about the furniture?”

“You didn’t remember to forget me,”

“No,” he said. “I did not.”

“That there is nothing more beautiful than being a witness to someone’s life. To know them inside and out and be with them through everything, share the same memories. Memories are everything. I want that.”

I had $950,000 in loans

I fear i would in fact kms

He’d made chorizo ravioli last night. Had to hand make the pasta just to get it in there, that’s how committed he was.

the level of petty i am

“I’ll get him audited by the IRS.”

Okay i love him wtf was that escalation lmao

I looked down to see my brother staring at me through the basement window by the washing machine grinning like a gremlin at my Not A Date opening doors for me.

I’m making my appointment.

Lmaoo i love him fr mans bouta cash out on his tat

If this was a test to see if we could ever just be friends, I was failing. I could not be his friend. I was too attracted to him. Too impressed by him. Too enamored with him.

He’d come back for me. It was so… everything.

An addiction that would only get stronger and I’d never get enough of him to satisfy me.

I didn’t think you’d see me and I just… I just needed to be in the same room as you.”

“We can’t do this,”

“Not seeing you is terrible,” he said quietly. “And I don’t wan...

That’s it. I gave up. I turned around and kissed him.

YES GIRL FUCK IT

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.

Im going to break down sobbing

She’s the woman you never stop remembering, the one who haunts you. The one who stays at the front of your mind even when decades pass.

“He said he had a toothache and needed to get some Orajel.”

Bullshit hes having an affair hes quite literally doing the walk of shame rn

The best moments don’t have to be big to be forever.

But I already knew when my life flashed before my eyes, the best parts of it were going to be about her.

“What do you think you wanted me to do?”

“The same thing I always want you to do. I want you to look at me the way you look at mustard.”

“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 think that it’s the big memories you should be chasing—and it is in a way. Birthdays and vacations and special occasions. But the small memories are the fabric of your life, the ones so inconsequential that you don’t even remember them. You just remember how you felt when you were making them.

“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. I’d have your lava lamp and a bottle of Murkle’s Mustard where you could see it from your pot—”

Why is this the best response to that stupid ass question ive ever heard... oh right bc hes written by a woma

I never felt like I belonged anywhere or to anyone. But I belonged to her.

life wouldn’t be worth living if I didn’t remember you.”

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

“I know. I’ve always loved you,” he said simply. “I think I couldn’t forget you because I remember you from a different lifetime. And I loved you then too.”

I had no choice but to go home. Correction. To go to Minnesota. Because home was where she was.

“I think it’s time to consider a memory care facility for your mother.”

Bro yes

“What she wanted was to be remembered,” Dad said. “She didn’t want to be left somewhere and forgotten.

I will never be happier without you.”