amidst the silver lining

In the battle for his love, I am the uncontested winner.

In the battle for his attention, no amount of glances -coy or pleading-, cajoling, wheedling, bargaining, promising, or begging can pry him from the arms of his other lover.

I've told him we should get a pool boy.
Or a tennis pro.
Or a milkman.

Or at least a dog, because I've heard they're good attention-givers.

We'll see.


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