<human>: I've reached that spot.  That spot where you think you're getting over things.  And then it all crashes again.  And you realize the finality of the breakup.  You realize Humpty Dumpty won't be put together again.  

Together for almost 5 years.  Starting in the final two of college and the years following.  Engaged a little over a year and a week ago.  Broke up about 3 months ago.

The reason I now question our love.  Well it's a lot of things.  I was watching her wither...when we first met, she read all the time, wrote all the time, drew these awesome cartoons...and all of that gradually went away...until she did almost nothing but work, browse the internet, play games...

And me, I used to DJ.  I'd been meaning to quit smoking for years, mostly for her.  And work out more.  But I never did.  Just work, browse the internet, play games...

If we were really in love, why did we seem to bring out the worst in each other?  Why was it so difficult for me to encourage her creativity, and her to encourage my physicality?  If we're in love, shouldn't we be trying to improve ourselves, not for ourselves necessarily but for them as well?

We had amazing times together.  There is no doubt about that.  And we connected on a level I've never connected with anyone else.  I've been in love before.  But nothing approached the highs, the joys, the happiness of this one.  

The week we spent in Hawaii is, without a doubt, the single happiest week of my existence.  Far and away.

But was it love?  Or just a really great friendship with great sex, but not really true love?  Or is thinking of it in terms of "we didn't lift each other up enough" too simplistic?

Can you succinctly summarize the text in 1-3 sentences?
<bot>: Shouldn't "true" love make you both better yourselves?  Otherwise is it just a great friendship with sex?