I have a candle! a big one actually, and I said I'll keep it.
I won't be using it, there's no need to; There's always some source of light when I need it, and I don't need light when I'm asleep.

Everything seems perfect, the candle I never use sitting there next to my desk, never used, never had the feeling of giving, never had to burn.

Some day, you trip down in the dark, and you light the candle for the first time; The smell is overwhelming, it hits you with desire, pain, guilt and light.
A very dim light, you even think it's not worth the trouble, not worth losing the candle that stood still, alone, for a long time in a room that everything in bend down.

The second time it's easier; There's dark and the candle is the only thing that can help you not tripping down.

At some point you'll stop caring about the candle, It's already half way through it's trip in life, you forgot how it was to live in the dark, and the candle smells no more.

Someday, it's over.