She?

A vehemence of emotions subdued deep inside of me, consuming me. I was queer in accepting those emotions within me. I wanted to reciprocate her way of conveying emotions, for it wasn't just human tendency. I was, clearly, in every way, to every extent possible, in love with her. I jolted in her direction, for she was no where to be found. I searched, but no signs of her gorgeous existence that I had encountered. Never, in my life had I met an angel like her.Everything was hazy and unclear. Where was she? Was she with me or in me, as a mere detail of imagination?