I sit by my table and bite into an apple. I see her looking at one and I wish to see what she sees in it.

I wish she would look at me too.

It's a little dangerous but I let myself indulge in the tiniest of fantasies. Just a brief look. Short exchange of words. The tiniest brush of hand against hand. And after that...

One bite turns into another, then another, then another. You never stop at one. You need to eat the whole apple. You need to explore what your thoughts bring you. They're so sweet. They are so, so sweet. How can you stop at one bite? 

You can't.

This is the nature of a forbidden fruit. You know you can't have it, but that's a part of what makes it taste so good, so you eventually give in. All of us give in sooner or later.

I let my mind wander but I know that simply thinking will stop being enough. I need to make it real. I need to find a way to make her talk to me. I need to know what she sees in her apples and how they taste to her.

I need to know.