Just finished reading the book I bought from the UK, Living With The Past by Sarah Preston.

And I found a paragraph which I think best describe my current relationship.

The bright light that had shone on you and I,

bringing hope with it, had become a flickering, faltering candle,

running out of both wax and wick;

a candle placed by an open window

waiting cautiously for the next gust of wind to extinguish it.

The right or the wrong ones, does it really matter now?