Maybe I could be like her. Maybe I could be for you.
I’m an idiot. I’m not that bold.
She’s your wife. Your real one…I just play a part onstage.
It’s almost over and the pain is rushing at me. I’m stressed and tired but you walk in before the show and everything’s better. I feel lifted.
This is bad. Awful, really. But it’s okay.
You don’t know. You never will. I’m that good at pretending.