He brought it over this afternoon, but I wasn't there.
When I got home I saw the goofy little homemade cake on the porch and read his note, and all was forgiven.
The note said, "Happy Birthday from your jerky, inconsiderate, insensitive, forgetful, and very sorry friend. Love, Seth."
I stared at the word "love" for a while and felt forgiveness washing over me. I'm so dumb. It wasn't the apology, or the fact that forgetting wasn't that big of a deal - it was his totally innocent use of the word "love."
Yes, I'm pathetic.