A little romance in my bedroom

That day, I was sitting on my bed, alone in the darkness. The only light came from a candle, spreading its dim golden glow across my room.

I rested my head on my knees and glanced towards the window. The cool breeze was playing with the candle flame. It leaned one way, then the other, as if the breeze kept teasing it. And the flame? It seemed to giggle every time he came close.

I don't know when I realised what was happening, but there they were, having their own little moment in my bedroom.

They were nuzzling, leaning into each other, almost kissing in a way no one would ever understand. I watched them quietly, and somewhere along the way, I realised my cheeks were turning pink. I actually chuckled at myself.

Then the breeze whispered, "You look beautiful today."

The flame flickered shyly.

"You noticed it today?" she asked.

The breeze gently brushed against her.

"How could I not? Every time I see you, I find something new to admire. You're so distracting that I nearly hit a streetlight on my way here."

The flame glowed a little brighter.

Oh, she was definitely blushing now.

I pressed my face against my knees to hide my smile. They were so busy with each other that neither of them seemed to notice me watching.

Then the curtains began to move.

A little stronger this time.

The air rushed through the room, and the flame danced wildly, trying to keep up with him. For a moment, their shadows trembled across my wall.

And then—

The candle kissed the breeze before it completely went out.

I sat there in the darkness, staring at the tiny thread of smoke curling above the wick.

Their little romance was over for tonight.

And me?

I was still sitting on my bed, smiling like an idiot.