Emery.

I am Lost.
I won't say she was everything; that would be a poor choice of words.
Everything would have included the very will of my life, and here I am, alone, yet alive; Wretched in lonely existence.
She was not everything.
In each of her touches was the essence of it all; the answer to life, to love, to anything I may have once pondered.
The answer was in my arms, and the answer was happiness; blissful, uneternal, sanguine happiness.
She was not everything, yet she became my purpose in everything.

My name is Emery, and I was once happy.