I love candles! Especially the scented ones, plus points if it smells like honey. The fragrance traveling through the air and the enthusiastic but calm air it brings in. In spring, my favorite season, I was in the mall all alone trying to find my favorite honey scent but suddenly something caught my eye. His eyes and hair were hazel and his smile radiating through the store. He was asking a sales lady if they had any Celosia scented candles. I caught myself frozen while staring at him, I could hear their voices but couldn't make sense of any of the words that were coming out of their mouth.
"Um hi." I said while still half frozen. I handed him the Celosia scented candle I was holding. "Are you looking for this?" I asked even though I know the answer already.
"Oh thanks." he got it from my hand and smiled again.
He turned his back already while I still couldn't find any words to say. It was only after he paid that I realized I lost the chance to talk to him more.
The next day at school, I saw the same man. I tried my best to strike up a conversation with him and it worked! We shared our love for candles and started going to the mall to buy some and light it together on our movie nights.
The little spark began when we lit a candle. It was small but then it grew bigger. As moments passed excitement built up on me as I watched the little fire dancing a little, swaying as the wind from the terrace door entered. The fragrance that it had brought me butterflies in my stomach. Sometimes when I looked into his eyes I would see the same little spark into his eyes especially when he looked at the bright stars in the sky. He would tell me all about the constellations we saw and I think it's wonderful that someone seems so passionate about something–something so far away from him. Moments turned into hours and the candle melted forming a little pond of scented water in the middle of it. Hours turned into water and that little water turned bigger, sometimes drowning me. I tried to escape it but the scent it warmed me with was too tempting. I couldn't resist his smiles, hugs, and just the simple things with him like when we talk about our days eating the dinner he cooked for both of us.
As days turned into weeks the little spark turned into a fire inside of me. I loved every single thing about him. His eyes, smile, the way he talks about everything he loves and all the times I wished I was one of them too. Soon the fire we danced around burned the two of us.
The candle we lit up melted away and the only thing I have now is the nostalgic warm smell it brought. I search for that same candle every now and then or at least just the smell of it. But I couldn't find it elsewhere other than him and I know he's gone too. That he wouldn't look back on all the steps he took and go back to me.
And maybe that's fine. I'm sure he knows how to light a candle on his own. Good for him, I can too. I just need to buy a new one, instead of waiting for a melted one to magically be brought back.