All day today, my adorable green tea light candles were projecting a mesmerizing flame; I write by candlelight. Sweetheart, do you remember the nights I layed in your arms and you watched me sleep through the flickering of a vanilla scented candle? Because I do- I would pretend I was fast asleep, but secretly I was watching you smile through the shadows of the flame. You sang to me that night, you sang to me like never before... Not a loud voice but an amazing one; I closed my eyes and fell asleep knowing our hearts were beating together.
Either I am loosing my mind or my parents are burning a vanilla scented candle... The beautiful aroma captures my entire being as I slip into a silent state of rememberance mixed with painful happiness; this time, I cry by candlelight. For some odd reason, I can almost feel you running your strong hands through my wet hair. Just like the night we danced in the pouring rain on my front lawn- Gently pulling my body close to yours, you pressed your soft lips to mine and rested your palms on the small of my back...
It was by candlelight that you first told me you loved me- I still remember the look in your eyes as you kissed my forehead. As those three amazing words rolled off of your tounge and into my ears- Right then and there, my world stopped spinning and I felt like the luckiest girl on the face of this planet... Smiling, I kissed your lips and whispered, "Baby, I love you more." The rest of our night was silent as we layed wrapped up in eachothers arms. It was by candlelight that we fell in love- Now, it is by a less beautiful flame that l wish you still belonged to me...
