Our flame is going out and we are coming to an end. The sparks that once created such light are no longer there. Our wick stands strong beneath wax but our flame goes out and it's left burnt and vulnerable, ready to break at any second, and we see through those dark times and know that we can still burn and we will shine on. And you are my matchstick and you have lost your flame also. All matchsticks burn out eventually, but I keep you in my memory because I hope that one day you might come back, and we might light that eternal flame, my eternal love. Matchsticks come and matchsticks go, but we always remember that matchstick that made our first flame glow brighter than ever.