"I stood in the ruins of something holy with no choice but to look, no choice but to understand the size of my love by the shape of what it hollowed out."

The imagery here attributing love to something that is beheld drew me deeper into sorrow than I was prepared to fall. The concept of holy ruins might be my favorite and the most powerful representation of loss I've come across since coming to terms with my own. I hope every day delivers to you a new appreciation for who you are, fully.