A Breakup Letter

Dear Winter,

I know just a few short months ago, I professed my love for you. ��Well, maybe. ��I might not have gone that far. ��True, I do appreciate you, especially around Christmastime. ��But Christmas is over, Winter. ��It’s been over for a while, now. ��I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but I think the time has come for us to part ways.

It’s true, we did have some good times together. ��We had a great Christmas, and you know, snow can be fun and all for a few hours. ��I like scarves and jackets for about a month or so. ��But I have needs, Winter. ��I need sunlight. I need warmth. ��I need flowers. ��I’m a girl. ��I love flowers. ��I know you’re just being yourself and I can’t fault you for that, but I need more than you can give me.

I don’t want you to get the wrong idea here, Winter. ��You know a part of me will always love you. ��I was born in the middle of a snow storm, after all. ��We will always have a special place in each others’ lives, and I can’t forget that. ��But you and I, we’re just too different. ��You’re bland and cold and you really like brown and white and gray. ��I like adventures and colors and blue skies.

You’ve also become kind of��clingy. ��I hate to call you out online like this, but I need space! ��I need freedom. ��Thanks to you, I have no social life. ��With all your snow��and freezing rain, I can’t even get out of the house to go buy groceries! ��Face it, Winter, you’re smothering me.

For example, I can never dress the way I want to around you. ��This is a real problem for me. ��Yeah, jeans and jackets do have a certain element of style, but after Christmas, I want to wear shorts and skirts and sandals. ��You know me, Winter. ��I hate shoes. ��And yet, you force me to wear them.

So don’t you see, Winter? ��It’s not that I don’t appreciate you as a season. ��It’s just that you and I, we don’t work well together longterm. ��I never said I wanted a commitment, but you seem determined to hang on to a relationship that ran its course on December 26. ��I know what you’re going to say. You’re going to remind me of how I’ll be pining for you and talking about how much I love you in about eight months. ��But you forget, Winter, I always say that my affection for you is temporary. ��I love you, but only until Christmas. ��After that, I can barely tolerate you. ��I’m sorry to be so harsh, but it’s how I feel.

I want you to be happy, Winter. ��But I also need me to be happy, and as long as we’re together, I don’t see that happening for either one of us. ��It’s time for you to leave and head on down to the southern hemisphere where you belong. ��I’m sure they’ll be glad��to see you down there. ��In the mean time, I’ll be happily running back into the arms of Spring and Summer.

Love,

Jackie