It's over. I'm sorry.
It's not you. It's me.
We should see other people.
Yadda, yadda, yadda.
Maybe we can still be friends.
Okay, maybe I could have been a little more tactful. I'm sorry about that, but it really is over.
PS Go away.
Freezing rain and sleet?
That's supposed to win me back?
Stop trying. You're only embarrassing yourself. People are starting to talk.
I'm sorry, but six inches of snow is not likely to make me want to meet you for lattes to "talk this all out."
Adding the freezing wind was a really poor choice.
Honestly, it's your sucky gift-giving skills that are a big part of the problem.
This has gone far enough.
If I find one more fleck of frost on my windshield or even one stray flak of snow in the back yard, I'm getting a restraining order.
For the last time:
LEAVE ME ALONE!
Maybe if I set it to music?
PS: I'm now seeing the cute bear with the rectangular guitar.