Shattered illusions

Her leaving forced me to find things about myself – about my love – that I would have gladly stayed oblivious of. Her leaving made me see that it was all me. She was just a catalyst, a lightning rod that drew out of me what I could not myself. So, it could have easily been someone else. It could have been someone else that I loved that intensely. The sound of shattered illusions is louder than glass breaking against the unforgiving hardness of a marbled floor.