You Can't Catch Me

by Catherine McKenzie

I look out over the view. I remember too many things, but mostly I remember what I can’t forget.

I take out my phone and check Facebook again. JJ’s read my message asking if we’re still meeting but hasn’t responded. I hate this fucking feature. There’s nothing worse than knowing for certain that someone’s ignoring you.

He should’ve remembered that. People don’t change; they just get better at hiding who they are.