His alarm chimed early in the morning and he slipped out of bed. She wasn’t even sure if he kissed her goodbye before he left.
Two hours later hers did the same, and away she went too. There was no good morning text on her phone, no happy note on the dining table. “He’s forgotten, again” she muttered to herself.
Today was her birthday.
She took herself to work and waited, an hour passed, and another. Still no text from her man. Despondent, she decided to message him. His reply proved him completely oblivious.
“Sigh”… “Does he even love me?”
She hadn’t expected anything extravagant, but she would have at least appreciated him to remember.
“Girl we are so busy today, reckon you could stay back a few hours tonight?” called out her boss, breaking her back into reality.
“Wow”, she thought, “even she hasn’t remembered”.
“Fine” she replied, then whispered to herself “it’s not like anything special is happening tonight anyway!”
Eventually her shift finished, and she drove home dejected. “What a terrible birthday”.