Unforgettable except by me sometimes

You’re not forgettable.  I, more often than not, forget.

I can’t remember your name.  I do remember your face (except for when I don’t).  Sometimes I remember the place we met and bits of our conversation.  Other times I have no memory at all of meeting you.

This is especially difficult and downright embarrassing when you remember my name and other details.

I apologize.  Profusely.

You are not forgettable.  I am a person who forgets.

It has always been this way with my brain.  Some things, even obscure or unremarkable details, I retain.  Other things (like names and vital information) I forget. 

It is as if they’ve been erased from memory, forever.  (Except for a day or a week or so later when they pop up, long after I needed them to.  Thanks, brain-of-Candelaria, for the delay.  It’s too late now.)

I apologize and promise to:

Stop pretending to remember more than I do.  It would just feel better to say, “I’m so sorry, I can’t remember your name” or “I don’t remember where we met, do you?”  And smile and reconnect or tick you off because I don’t remember you.

Again, I apologize.

You’re unforgettable except when I forget.

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