In my deep hypnosis, common sense escapes me like air from a deflating balloon. My dear, sweet, forbidden fruit continues to haunt me. In my blind pursuit, it never occurred to me that this delicious fruit does not wish for me to be her gardener.
I have witnessed her current gardener. I have seen first hand his work ethic, or, lack thereof. I cannot say that he is a horrible gardener based on what I have directly seen of him. That may be unfair of me to say. I can, however, question his gardening attentiveness based upon the aura of sorrow that has emanated from my forbidden fruit in the recent past.
Regardless of the happiness or sorrow my forbidden fruit has with her current gardener, it is altogether possible that she may wish to employ a new gardener. And, while I have interviewed for the position, I have come to the realization that she may have another candidate in mind.
Am I wasting my time?
It pains me to believe that while I see this forbidden fruit being underappreciated, KNOWING that under my care, she could flourish, blossom, and bloom...she doesn't want me. I am not the source of her inner smile. Even more painful is the fact that I have a garden to tend. But alas, my garden is barren, for the soil is turning to sand. As much as I toil, and work the land, it is easily and often blown away by the wind - leaving me lonely and utterly starving.
Thank you for applying, but you are not the gardener for me. I have another candidate in mind.
Foolish Gardener - Unwanted.