I met you a long time ago.

I hated you at first. Always around, keeping me up at night, making me frustrated during the day. I wished you would go away, but you were always there. Sometimes you'd disappear, but you'd always be back.

But then, I started needing you. I would stay up and you would be there for me. You kept the nightmares away.

Now our paths randomly cross. Our meetings are fleeting, but that's for the best. No sense of being overwhelmed. Just long enough.

I'll always need you. And you'll always need me.

Funny how that works.