“By what I felt, I felt you. By all I loved, it was always you. In your vulnerability, I came crashing through. Then, when I lost you, I felt myself. I felt myself breaking. I heard myself crying. Among all to love, in all I love, it was always you. Your pain, it opened me. When you were freed from my heart, my grave held open its door. Sickness and sadness. Love and grief. All to love. All to live for. In your wreckage, I grew a church for your worship. Upon your life, I built an empire.”
– Modern Romanticism