Where’s my gold star?

I did the right thing this time.

I waited, well technically and that’s what matters. He was hard to resist, not that he was trying or pushy.

I thought I would get a gold star not a sad Sunday afternoon feeling numb, worthless and empty. Left mere moments after to clean himself up and not return.

I’m hopeful it had nothing to do with me but I have unfortunately taken it very personally.

Why is it always so hard?

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