And then he turns and lights the wick of my candle, and I’ll never forget the look in his eyes—it’s as if he knows. He holds my gaze, and for a little while we just stand and stare at each other. This is it. This is all of our tomorrows, every day of our love concentrated into one small light that will burn out too soon. My hand shakes as I try to decide where to place my candle. I don’t want to let it go. In the end I stand it beside Freddie’s. “Time to go,” he says, his arm around my shoulder.
