Friday, 8 January of 2021
"Can we light a candle?"- he questioned. Yes, of course.
Someone once told me that I believed in everything, and it's true. Nothing in total, but a little bit in everything still.
So, when my best friend asked me, as we were walking around town, I felt my heart almost burst with excitement.
We picked up four candles, two for each of us.
One wish for each candle.
As I lit them I could feel tiny spark in me light up as well.
The simple gesture brought me hope, happiness.
Not necessarily due to the wishes but due to the moment itself.
It has always been in moments like this that I felt drowned in awe, as if I had never lived anything more extraordinary.
Me, my best friend by my side, a candle in my hand and the dusk sky around us.
There are many things that will change as I grow old and that is okay, it's necessary.
But this,
This is one thing about me I hope it never changes.
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