One Final Flame

As we lit our farewell-council-room cake, I slowly recounted everything for one last time. Everything just seems to fit into places. Like a jigsaw puzzle that snaps together, our extallation was merely a phase for the installation of the 30ths to be possible.
Yesterday, our handover was completed at long last. We passed on our keys to our juniors. Despite our reluctance, we gave up eveything with dignity. It is time to let go. Ever since the very first nomination form was prepared, we have already set the stage for our exit. If there are any 29ths reading this right now, you must confess that we made it, God made it and they made it a grand exit.
As the many candles flickered in the dark, I smiled to myself. In no way were the random disorganised arrays of candle lights even close to how illuminating our passion, our spirit, our love (notice the singular forms), our fire has been. Our term wasn't 40 different shades of flicker, it was one bright year-long flare.
I am not good with good byes, I am not good with words, I am not good with expressions. But let me make one final conclusion; I love you all and I trust our future to the 30ths.