Saying Goodbye

4 Mar

edc0dc2e6667976598264077f402db36

Hey Jack,

Can we..umm… talk?
It’s been a fun few months and we’ve had some good times…for sure…

But…

There just isn’t an easy way to say this…so here it goes…I think it’s time for us to put some space between us….

At first I welcomed the cooler air…the times we spent snuggling with my scarf and the way you admired my boots. But now…now I don’t know….

I’m just tired. Tired of being cold…..and the extra layers…I feel like I’m suffocating.  And, when your family came to visit Jack, they brought the Frost with them…They killed my plants …

KILLED THEM with their FROSTY, frosty ways! Yes, I know, it’s their right…but Jack…it’s just plain rude.  Honestly, I don’t think I can get over it. I’ve tried…Lord knows, I’ve tried.

Before you jump to conclusions, let me just say, NO.

No, there isn’t anyone else. Yes…I know… Spring has been popping his head in every now and again…but he never stays long. I’m not even sure we bat on the same team…He flutters around making things beautiful and primping…talking flowers…singing and smiling…smiling and singing…

Of course! He is so much fun to hang out with and I deeply enjoy his company. Everyone should have some Spring in their life. We just don’t…well, we don’t have that sort of connection….

Summer? What about him?

He can be a bit of a southern bully. He muscles his way past Spring, doesn’t he? Announcing his presence triumphantly…It’s hard to stay mad at him though…He draws me in with his sunny disposition and boundless energy.

If I’m honest, I kind of flush when he’s around…even get a little sweaty…

You noticed??

Must be nervous energy. He comes out full force, guns blazing. It is kinda’ hot

…ummm…anyway….

Look, Jack Frost…I don’t want to talk about others….

You and I need some time apart…I know you will find someone who appreciates your cool style more than I….You deserve to be loved just the way you are….  I hear Boston has a thing for the wintry mix…

I really wish things were different…

It’s not you, it’s me.

I hope we can still be friends….

…Call me, maybe?

100e16fab34377e9c7ae16e164f1b788

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: