Fine, another night goes to waste! I'm sick of your endless whining and moaning! Who told you to fall in love with so much guilt? Who begged you to drag me into this mess so wretchedly? You have a wife, you have children—what's the point of saying this every day?
I never said you had to abandon everything and come to me— when did I ever say that? No, I didn't! Instead of making all these excuses, can't you manage to please a girl who would have been satisfied with just a simple kiss? Can't you set aside your family from your thoughts for just an hour and stay with me? Why not give your guilt a holiday for a while and keep me in the secret chambers of your heart?
Yes, I know about your sensitivity. You carry around a wounded, battered soul. You're quiet; while I'm restless, passionate. You say every pleasure comes at a steep price! I say, so what if it costs something! What's the point of hoarding! Saved money and virtue—both are meant for others' use!
What a strange man you are! You can't manage either—home or affair—properly! You should just leave. If you leave, will you be happy? I don't think so! If you were happy there, you wouldn't come here at all! You belong neither to home nor to the other; you don't even belong to yourself!
I don't know if you love me or not; but I know this—you're happy with me. I don't know if I love you or not; but I know this—I want to keep you happy. Isn't this enough for us to stay together!