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because

Because of you, I'd lie awake at night.

I'd see blonde hair and gentle gazes and small smiles behind my eyelids, so on those nights I'd stop tossing and turning, stop attempting to force sleep to come.

The curtains covering my bedroom window would be drawn open, the warm glow of street lamps outside casting shadows along the hardwood floor.

And I'd sit curled into myself on my bed, back against the wall.

Sometimes I'd hum, only to belatedly realize the tunes were your songs.