I'm a fickle lover

Dear Winter,

Things just aren't working out between us and I think it's time to call it quits. Maybe you feel that I have not given our relationship enough time, and while technically this whole winter wonderland thing only started around December 21st, you've been here long enough. I'm just not feeling it.

Well actually, it may be that I'm feeling it too much. The truth is, Winter, you are cold. Especially lately. Your temperatures don't peak past freezing and that just doesn't work for someone like me. I need some warmth. At least every once in awhile. I don't think I'm being too demanding.

Call me fickle, and maybe I did use you a little. I like to have you around during the holidays (provided you bring some snow). And things were really nice for Christmas and I thank you for that. It's just that it's a new year now, and I can see that I don't need you anymore.

I'm sorry if I've hurt you. But I'd be lying if I said it's me not you. It is you. You've gone and frozen my pipes and my heating bills are going through the roof. This relationship is just getting too expensive to maintain.

Hey, you've never been really stationary anyway, especially in more moderate climates. (You can get a little extreme at the poles, but I leave that to you and your conscience). You aren't completely dependable when you show up and leave. You're a wanderer who lives to travel the globe--in those places that welcome you in, anyway--so keep your chin up.

Look me up next year when you get back in town. Maybe we can hang out a little bit. Plan a shorter visit and we'll get along just fine.

Farewell, my winter. Enjoy your trip to the southern hemisphere!
Allysha