Enough...enough now.

Dear Old Man Winter,

I don't usually write this kind of letter. But I think I'm to the point where something needs to be said, and this way I can make sure I get everything out that I need to.

This just isn't really working out for me anymore.

I know that many months ago I was so excited to be with you. For the smells, the sights, the holidays we shared together. It was so great. I loved singing songs about you, loved the special food that made me think of you, loved lots of things. We had many great moments with you as a family. I enjoyed {almost} every moment spent with you.

I clearly remember our night of being snowed in, stuck in the house with no kids, and the magic that was in the air that night. It was so much fun to have you around. I don't even have words to describe it.

But that was all in the past.

See, I'm not really the kind of person who can handle people messing with my heart. You are the one that chose to leave. And I moved on. I was so happy with Spring. My whole attitude and perspective on life had changed. Things were starting to look beautiful again to me. And I was doing well. But then you have the guts to just show up show up out of nowhere, and try to be part of my life again? More than once even! And I can't handle it. I wish you'd just stay away.

So, this is it. I'm done. I want nothing to do with you. Don't call me. Don't write. I don't ever want to see you again. I've had enough.

Til next year,
Andrea