Maybe in the apple I'll find joy

I'm an emotional being whose emotions gravitate towards those around him. He's special to me, this one, and I feel I'm sinking with him. I'm afraid he's throwing his life away. What can I do? I am just another voice in his head and he doesn't know what he wants. How can I blame him when I don't know what I want? I have the wisdom of years. I was there, now I'm here; things haven't changed much. I know what I must do but I still don't do it. I must be a masochist.

Ever since I returned from the apple, I can't get it out of me. It has seeped into me and now all I think of is the apple and I hope to find joy in it. I have the apple inside me but will I get to eat it? I guess I won't know till I make an attempt. Perhaps it'll disappear from my palm or I might get to taste its sweet juicy flesh filled with lust and promise that has lured many for centuries.