It's not always greener on the other side. Sometimes it's not green at all but more like a deep red or purpleish hue, and there are bones lying in the thickets mingled in with rotting meat and sworms of scavenging flies, and the smells makes you nauseous. Sometimes the grass is five hundred feet of drop-off plummeting to a rocky bottom where ogres and beastily mongrols dwell, now that wouldn't be so pleasant would it? The point is that perhaps it's best if you find grace and enjoyment in what you do have control over, with what is immediately at your disposal for you to use and meddle with instead of wishing you had that 'other' thing, the item which you do not possess. Because truthfully it might not be all what you hoped and expected it would be even if you did have it. Not that she'd want to be possessed and had by you anyway. Wisen up old boy.