I do not do well with being forgotten. It has happened far too many times. But this time, it felt different. At first, I brushed it off and said, "no worries," as I always do. I am used to it. I smiled and said, "drive safe," then went back inside and sat down.
And that is when it hit. That is when it hurt.
I am used to being forgotten, so I have learned to recognize when it occurs. And I recognized it. It was familiar. This was not the first time you had forgotten me. It is impossible to forget the last time.
I wish that I could just forget. That the thought of seeing you could just slip my mind. But I can't. My problem isn't being so busy that I forget about you. My problem is that no matter how busy I am, I cannot seem to forget you. I remember you, always. Every minute of every day. And I know how that sounds. I do. But for the life of me, I cannot forget. God, I wish I could forget.
