Dear Winter,

Although it hurts me to do this, I have to tell you that it’s over between us.  This relationship has gone on for too long now and I just don’t feel the same way about you that I used to.  Don’t be sad, we had fun.  Remember how it started off so romantically in December — the long walks in the snow, the snowball fights, the ice skating, the  ice fishing, the nights by the wood stove?  I will always treasure the memories, but the love is gone, and I can’t get it back.  It’s stale now — always the same thing over and over again: blizzard, shoveling, blizzard, shoveling.  It’s May, for Christ’s sake, and we’re still stuck in the same old pattern: blizzard, shoveling, blizzard, shoveling.  I can’t take it any more.  Neither of us is happy.  I want to start seeing other people.  Like Spring, and Summer.   It’s not you, it’s me.  I hope we can still be friends.





Inspiration on this post goes to Kelsey McAlpine, and Spring photo credit to Brother Dear.  The fact that I’m still clinging to the last shreds of my sanity, and have not completely lost it, is attributable to Honeydew.

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