It’s not me, it’s you

Dear Snow,

How are you? I hope you are well. I am afraid that I have some difficult things to tell you. I am writing you a letter to best express my feelings and to make sure that you do not get the wrong idea.

We have been friends for a long time, you and me, and I hope that you know how highly I hold you in my esteem. This last winter, we have settled in and enjoyed many days together – half the year even! – playing and sledding. I admit, we have had some good times together, Snow. Some really fun times and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. We will always have winter.

But – and I am sorry to say this – the time has come for us to part ways, Snow. It has just been too much this winter and I am ready to try something new. You see, I’ve met this new person and although we have been corresponding largely long-distance, I think that we could really make something together. I have been having some really intense dreams about Spring (gardening and going for walks in running shoes) and I am ready to give this new Spring a go. New relationships are hard and they are so much harder when the other person is unwilling to let go.

Please don’t make this harder than it used to be. I am tired of our usual games: shoveling, slushy driving and filthy vehicles. When I look at you now, Snow, all I see is cold. I cannot muster up that same “first snowfall” feeling inside me, anymore. I don’t want to build a snowman or have a snowball fight.

I’m cold. I’m cold for you, Snow. And really, what have you been doing except disappointing me lately? First you leave and it looks like you are willing to let Spring have a go and then - bam! – here you are again with six new inches. I say “No more!”

No more shoveling, no more slipping on the ice and no more wet feet.

I’ve had it.

I’m done.

I hope that we can remain friends and I really do wish you the best. Hopefully, I will see you soon (but not too soon – let’s say maybe mid-November 2018). We need space before we start talking again. Really, it’s for the best. I promise that when Summer finally comes and it’s too hot to move, I will remember you fondly. Best of luck in your future endeavors! Respectfully and with much love, Megan