Faulty Memory

I wasn't very happy with my memory this morning. It conveniently "forgot" the conversation E and I had on Friday, the one where she told me she wouldn't return until tomorrow. I went about my morning routine, looking forward to finding out how her weekend went. Thinking back on it now, I'm amazed at my level of anticipation.

It wasn't until I reached the building when my memory suddenly "remembered" that she was off today. That quickly erased the smile from my face. My hopes had been stood up. I sighed and tried to look on the bright side. At least I had something to look forward to tomorrow.