I wanted, so badly, that which eluded me. No, no it was not simply that it eluded me. It was that you had it.

You had what was meant to be mine, even if I did not know it was for me before you owned it. I covet it with an envy you cannot comprehend. Spare me my suffering, and submit to this desire I cannot quell.

If you do not, I will have no choice. My beautiful garden shall turn to brambles, and ensnare you with a hatred so vile. It will ruin my work, and my beauty, but if it can keep you from having what you do? It will all be worth it.