noun: someone; a person (more so woman) who puts forth the less fortuitous before themselves in compassions of nurturing and honoring the distinct.
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BEYONCÉ KNOWLES
My diary.
To ♡:
— Nika, I'm upset.
♡: Why is my baby upset?
— Tyler is annoying me like crazy.
— my first day back to work was not good either
♡: his name is Tyler??
—🙄
♡: Lol I've been calling playboy Tyrone for a while now. Yikes
— anyway, we're on week 4 right now 😩 you're still not home yet
♡: I haven't even got a confirmation date on whether or not I'm good to leave or not. It's looking like it'll be a while at this point..
— But ☹️☹️☹️
I had a feeling something was going to happen when the last week started to pour over into the month and she hadn't mentioned anything about whether or she was done in Los Angeles. I wanted to hurl my phone across the room reading over that message. She'd begun to call me and I immediately declined the first Facetime, frowning.
My mood completely shot down three more notches, then, the next rolled in seconds later and I felt obligated to answer it.
Onika picked up clearly in a car but she wasn't driving. "What's the matter with you, BeyBey? I know you just declined my call, that was too fast."
I shake my head, hovering over the red button, ready to end this one too.
"Okay, well tell me what happened with your friend and then we can talk about your day at work."
"We're not about to act like you didn't just tell me what you just told me. That's so long, what am I supposed to do?"
"I didn't even know myself, I promise you I just found out I couldn't leave until I got that confirmation. It's not even that long though, it's going to fly by and you have a lot you can be doing. You can live without me for a little over thirty days, Beyoncé."
