I often look back at the memories with Erwin, always reminded of how infatuated and eminently in love I was with him. He was my true heart's desire. Being with him always brought the feeling of flames, burning my soul, as if to show my yearning to express my passion and lust for him, his single presence brought ecstasy over my mortal form. I truly was always in a moment of rapture with this man. Yet, the satisfaction you get when your upon an occasion of "love" is genuinely more like pain. To be engulfed by a fiery zeal toward a certain being; and yet to have somebody rob your heart and give it back fragmented, as if each shard were to play the part of there every deceptions. That shall always be the outcome of love. It wasn't until Erwin left this earth that I realized love always comes with strings attached; the enchantment of prosperity always come with a price.