At the dawn of my dim youth, I also had a romantic with candles. He seemed to have fallen in love with me — and seemed to have been unsure... he asked me to think about it at the time in my room in the dormitory. I was interested in the result and allowed. After a couple of hours, she could not stand and broke. It lay in the darkness on the floor with a star, perimeter covered with burning candles in different tanks. Blessedly smiling, he jumped up and stated that meditation has yet to bear fruit - yes, he is in love and wants to immediately break up with his virginity. When I failed to cope with the seizure attack, I was offended - and the love again quietly vanished.