We said goodbye a long time ago.

Sometimes, I feel you trying to creep back in, especially when times get rough. You're sneaky, really, or at least you try to be- a little thought here, a little thought there, as the idea of you tries to snake its way into my mind.

But I'll wait up for you. In the middle of the night, when it's quiet, and you try to sneak in through the door, the cracks in the windows. Because I will always hear you coming. And when you do, I'll have tea and a warm fire for you, and I'll welcome you in and ask you why you are dropping in.

And I'll do it to remind you that I love you. No matter what. Because that's how we beat it, you and I. With love.