I can also
The guise of
To play along
Until she herself
Note: Only if I choose to act like a wimp (not a man), she’d choose to never cheat on me. But then, how else can she find a stolen moment out of our love to go to another man in the middle of a night and cry out loudly in his shoulders, complaining about me.
Instead of seeking attention from others outside of herself, I hope she can become attentive to her own voice deep down her beautiful self which she chose to not treat well enough.