I know it’s been a few weeks since we broke up and even though you moved halfway across the globe to avoid me (which I think was unnecessary), it only just sunk in. I mean, the last few weeks of our relationship were confusing. You were here, you were gone…I really didn’t know what to think. You always get kind of moody when the sun comes around. So I guess I just assumed you’d come back, one last time. It hit me hard to know you were finally gone, at least for a while.
You know, people wonder what I see in you. They call you cold, abusive, whatever. Maybe I just like an underdog. You remember how I used to love feeding birds and squirrels during our time together, right? Those were great times. You do have your good days, you know. And, well, your bad. Sometimes I see you and you are just so amazing. So perfect and inspiring, just what I need. And sometimes…you can be really vindictive, you know. But when it worked, it really worked.
It was the way the streets looked when they were covered in snow. It was the way you brought us all closer together, if only for warmth. It was the way snowflakes felt on my cheek, the way my breath frosted in the air, and the way I could always count on you to deliver at least one snow day. And remember that jacket I wore all through our time together? That insanely thin fall jacket I bought on a whim, three years ago? Everyone thought I was crazy for wearing it. They simply could not believe it was warm enough. And yeah, sometimes it wasn’t.
But I didn’t mind. I sort of like the cold.
I liked a lot of things about you. And I still do, a bit. We didn’t spend much time outside when we were together but when we did, it was amazing. Remember how pink my face used to get? And how crazy my hair looked after wearing a hat for hours? And all the other amazing stuff we did. Snowball fights and tobogganing. Snowboarding and licking icicles. Curling up next to a roaring fire and exchanging Christmas presents. We had some great memories.
I miss you, you know. Just a little bit. I didn’t mean all those things I said near the end. I was just frustrated. I’m not a one season kind of girl, and I was ready for a change. That doesn’t mean I’ll forget you Winter. We both know Summer is just a meaningless fling. He just gets so clingy and predictable. I like a man who keeps me guessing.
I know we need our time apart though. I would visit you down in the Southern Hemisphere but honestly, I wouldn’t know what to say. You’re always so different down there. It’s just a little awkward. But listen, the months we spent together were really great, hopefully we can be just as happy together, next time around.
Look, you know my number. If you’re ever in town, call me up. We can go to Winterlicious or whatever.