I think perhaps I will always hold a candle for you — even until it burns my hand. And when the light has long since gone …. I will be there in the darkness holding what remains, quite simply because I cannot let go.

Ranata Suzuki
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I will always hold a candle for you. I will always love you. The flame that has burned between us for so long will never go out, even if that means that I burn my hand in the process. As long as the light of our love remains, I will be there holding it.

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