by being bright, the darkness could be pushed away. the flame was our dynamics. sometimes it blazed, sometimes even almost fainted. our love was like a candle. it took two to tango. you couldn’t be the one who always lit it after the rains dropped. and i couldn’t always be the only protector when the storms hit. our love was like a candle. the wax was our commitment, slowly evolving into a testament of endurance. the wick was our solid core, bonding our strength and resilience. now the warmth...