“Cheer up, buttercup”, he says.
Always owned a penchant for nicknames, I am my mother’s treasure, my accountant’s kiddo, Coach’s freckles, Stanford’s cupcake, SA’s munchkin and now, WD’s buttercup. Work has throw a punch that I cannot seem to recover from. HK was a whim that had to be ticked off, how often can one say that they made plans the night before to travel the day after.
Hindsight is a powerful tool yet it wouldn’t be fair to play shoulda, woulda, coulda. I wish I could fast forward to the end. At least then, I would know what I’m dancing for. For a crowd, an audience, him or alone.
At least then, I will know.
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