You’ve changed.
You used to be cool, detached, stoic—cold, even—and that’s what I fell in love with when that first snowflake touched my tongue. But now you’re giving me a warmth that I’m not used to, and it’s like I don’t even know you anymore.
So what I’m trying to say is, it’s not really working out between us. What happened to the days when I could just stay inside, all cozy, drinking hot cocoa in the warmth of my bed? I even looked past all those mornings, grunting as I walked up that slippery slope. Oh, but now you’re all about going out more, wearing less clothing. Maybe I’m being too protective, restrictive. Maybe I really am holding you back. But at the end of the day, it’s not me. It’s you. Four months and it’s all gone now. It’s kind of funny, isn’t it?
I guess you just caught me at a bad time. It’s not that what was between us wasn’t real, it was just that I was getting tired of all of Fall’s antics: the pumpkins, the predictability of those Halloween parties, and all the orange… I just couldn’t handle it any more. And then you came along, and, well, now we’re here.
“What happened between us?” I wonder. Only if there were an easy answer, but there never is, is there, ha ha. Maybe we just need some time between us. Maybe, just maybe, we need to see other climes.
But I’ll miss you, you naturally-occurring global-scale weather event, you. Hopefully we’ll cross paths again some day.
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