And once again she nervously asked him "what made you really like me?", there's silence which she thought was a cue of his annoyance, but then perhaps it was just a moment for him to find the right words to suffice what must be earnestly expressed. His eyes were distant for a few seconds, she knew he's never good with the language she preferred when explaining things, but to her heart's surprise he managed to vividly respond "you know when you're like stuck in a dark place, and somewhere outside there's a meadow, a bright view, you're in that meadow" , and so she painted this picture he always described.
For her, it’s been burning. For him, it’s finally igniting.
( And actually his candle is already low and a liiittttle bit lit, implying the love was always there, burning so low as to not be noticed, but surely burning nonetheless 🔥♥️ )