Our freshmen year of highschool, Emily and I would talk on the phone a lot. We would spend hours talking about the most random things. In one of these conversations, I vaguely remember mentioning that I’ve always wanted a “set” of white candles to display in my room, but it was too expensive to buy a lot of them. Well, the next week the doorbell rang yet no one was at the door, only a box filled with white candles. When I called to thank her, she denied any knowledge of the mysterious candle incident, but I knew it was her. It meant so much to me that she listened so intently to everything I said whether it seemed important or not, to me that is a true friend. I light the candles whenever I think about her now, and although they are almost melted away, I will never forget how caring and considerate she was.