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.
Sincerely,
Me
Winter--
Okay, maybe I could have been a little more tactful. I'm sorry about that, but it really is over.
Best wishes,
Me
PS Go away.
Win--
Freezing rain and sleet?
That's supposed to win me back?
As if.
Stop trying. You're only embarrassing yourself. People are starting to talk.
Me
W--
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.
Shoo!
Me
Okay,
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.
