Forgetful, the one word that has always been used to describe you. It wasn’t your fault that you were absentminded, that had always just been the way you were. Friends and family were never too patient with you, frequently calling you “lazy” and “stupid” simply because you’d forgotten about a favour or plans to go out. You tried your hardest to have better memory, but every little remedy you’d tried turned out to be useless. It wasn’t until you’d met your boyfriend, John, that you finally knew what it felt like to be loved unconditionally. He had quickly grown accustomed to your quirks and not once had he ever shamed you for them like so many before him. Today, you and John were out grocery shopping and you were scanning the aisles, desperately trying to remember what you’d even come for in the first place. Without even having to ask, John chimed in, looking down at you with an affectionate expression.

“Jam, milk, biscuits, tea, and crisps. Need me to repeat it, lovey?” He asked gently, pressing a kiss on the top of your head.