She

Reminiscent of the past... the nostalgia morphs to melancholy. How is it that i found complex and strange comfort when you gave it to me, simply? How is it that i feel this sickening itch and more misery coarsing through me than before you, now that you took it away just as easy?...
In her arms all was found, like salvation, like destiny, like heaven in death!
In her arms all is lost, but there was no confusion in the wilderness, I belonged...
Now that its just an inexplicable memory of the past, I decided to name the emotions, the thoughts, the memory i never quite understood... I named the memory "You".