Look, we had some good times. Snowball fights, building snowmen, sledding. Your snow-covered branches and sunlit icicles were stunning. It was nice, it really was. But believe me when I say to you, it is over. I have moved on. I need a little warmth, a little more light in my life. I need things you just simply cannot provide.
I need some color, sun-kissed green and sun-dappled delicate pink-and-white flowers in the trees. I know this may be hard for you to hear, but lately I’ve been longing for some brightly hued tulips and the lush deep colors of vegetable and flower gardens.
I appreciate and cherish the fun times we had and I am willing to forgive the extended bitter coldness, the icy embraces and the pain from the occasional slips. But over the past few months you’ve been overbearing, verging on brutal, and now it is time for you to leave. There are others who may love to have you around for a while. I think a vacation would do you some good, a nice place south of the equator maybe? After some time has passed we can meet again and rekindle our friendship.
Right now I must confess that I have a serious crush on Spring and you showing up uninvited isn’t going to change my mind.
With warm regards,