I lit a candle because you asked me to.
Only you didn't.
You didn't did you?
Not that time.
I turned around from staring at the flickering flame and you weren't in the room.
I guess I hoped if I lit it somewhere out there you'd know.
You'd just know?
You'd drive through the pale lit streets to be here.
Leave behind the party.
Leave your friends in the club.
Maybe you'd drive by my house late one night and still see my light on from the window of your car.
Maybe...
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