Dear Winter, I’m so over you!
I’m breaking up with you. I’m sorry if this seems sudden but I’ve grown tired of you for a few weeks now. I didn’t think this letter would be necessary after St. Patrick’s day which is about the time you usually disappear for good. I thought we’d fade apart by now and I’m alright with that. But you’re not getting the hints I keep dropping. Didn’t you think it was strange the other day when I was cleaning off my golf clubs? Or how about putting the snow blower back in storage? Do I need to spell it out?
Look, it’s not you it’s me. Oh who am I kidding, of course it’s you! You’re impossible to live with and often unpredictable. Sometimes you just go wherever the wind blows you. Half the time driving with you is a near death experience. Sure we had some great times in December and January. We went skiing together, had a few snowball fights, it was great. But in February I grew tired of your act. And the fact you saved so much snow for the end makes me feel like you were holding out at the start and now you’re trying to make up for it.
You know what? It’s too late! Most of all, I just don’t get that warm feeling when I hold you, I never did. All my friends said you were frigid, and you know what, they were right. Face it, you knew this wouldn’t last. Spring keeps on calling and texting me. I can’t keep telling it “sorry, I’m busy” or “yeah that sounds fun, maybe later”.
I think I should move on and give it a chance. It’s better we go our separate ways now. I’m sure you’ll stop by once or twice in April and that’s fine but DO NOT think you can hang around. In fact, it’s quite possible towards the end of this year we can get back together. Maybe we’ll meet up over the holidays and hit it off. But for now I’d like to move on, you should do the same.