People call others "hayeti" in my culture when they mean a lot to them, it can be between family members, friends, lovers, and sometimes it is even given randomly as a filler in speech to showcase care.

I am not empowering cheating per say, I am shedding light on the fact that the adrenaline that you've always shunned away from might be just what you need to break away from the chains that society has imposed on you, as a man, as a woman, as whoever you are.
Look at the greener grass, keep your ethics, but this poem is merely a simile between swaying towards a life that you've always had a "thing" for, a lust for, and I say go for it, let go, let them, let yourself.

The Letter of Summer