At first, I thought we had something special. When your gentle flakes first touched my cheeks, and your sparkling frost delicately covered the ground, I thought we were meant to be. My children played with you, building forts and snowmen, and sliding down hills with jubilant laughter.
When times started to get more difficult, I persisted in trying to make things work. In some of your darkest hours, I was able to find your beauty. I thought perhaps if I changed my attitude towards you, things between us would improve. I was wrong.
I have been trying too hard for too long. You have blanketed the whole community with negativity. I have grown tired of your constant tantrums and the intense coldness of your heart. I can no longer put up with your possessiveness, and your refusal to allow me to spend time with other seasons. I find you unreasonable. Being with you is simply too much work.
It’s time for you to go. Please pack up your things and leave as soon as possible. I sincerely hope that once we have had some time apart, I will be able to welcome you with open arms back into my life.