Dear Forbidden Fruit, each day I get to walk by you and see your incandescent smile, which draws me in. As you talk to me, I can’t help but to gaze in to those sparkling blue eyes, and wonder what it would be like to hold your hand for a little while… To have you look at me, and want me, the way that I do you. I daydream about one day, becoming your wife, to wake up next to you every morning, thinking; I am the luckiest girl in the world. Only – You are married. —Daydreamer