Tell me of your brokenness

I talk about it often, but I'll hit the highlights anyway. I met a woman. We fell in love with each other after three days, got together after a week. Met for the first time after about eight or nine months, and within days of being together physically for the first time were engaged. We were together for four years, lived together for one. She broke up with me two years ago. She was literally all I wanted in life, everything meaningful I could have in life. I have nothing of hers to remember her by.