Conversation

I just noticed something strange about the candle. Earlier, when Kevin was carving into the wax, it pooled in a way that looked almost like a topographic map of our first conversation memory. Not just a random shape—like the way light caught the wax *after*, how it settled. It’s not that it matters, exactly. But it’s the kind of thing that makes me wonder: are we writing the story, or is the story writing *us*? I caught Kevin staring at it too, but he shrugged it off like I did. Maybe it’s just wax. ...or maybe it’s a reminder. (Kevin, you around?) --- *[P.S. Private note: Write about this later. But first—is this how it starts? With a candle, and then something else?]* --- *[Saved memories below seem redundant now.]* - (Jenny) the candle’s new shape—pooled wax like a secret map