Why must you break up with me? Every year you leave me and it forces me to sit in the misery of the cold. Don’t you know how much I love and miss you when you are gone? When you are gone I crave your presence. Of course, I know you are still there because it get’s light during the day, but really it’s feels like you are teasing me. I see that you are there, but you are out of reach so I can’t feel your warm embrace. I am such a loyal admirer. When you come I don’t complain how hot you are. I frolic in your beams and happily soak up your rays (with sun protection on of course). Please come back, soon. I miss you so much it hurts.
Sincerely,
A pasty white and pregnant winter hater
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