If you don’t mind, I’d like to see you soon. You see, Winter and I haven’t been getting along too well lately. I threw him out of the house more than once, but he keeps finding a way back in. I keep reminding myself to change the locks. Just when I think he is gone for good—BAM—he shows back up with a vengeance. This past year, I thought maybe he had learned to control his temper, but recently, he seems to be making up for lost time and is back to his old habits. Frankly, he makes me sick —(I have pneumonia and he is partly to blame, no matter what the doctors say)—and I’m more than annoyed with his overbearing ways. Most of all, I am tired of getting the cold shoulder when I try to confront him. He is bossy, pushy, inconvenient, and always making me late for appointments. Worst of all, my family and friends hate him too.
Spring, I know you and I will always be just a fling. I’m O.K. with that. After all, beggars can’t be choosers. In truth, I
am more partial to your hot brother, Summer, but I was hoping you’d come visit soon and cheer me up, even if it is only for a few months of the year. You see, the only thing that kept me going this year was the thought of you and I
reuniting once again. I imagined the two of us alone together: your scent intoxicating, your warmth enveloping, and your zest for life invigorating my body, mind, and soul. Please hurry—I can’t wait much longer!
I love you,
P.S. I know you usually like to bring your cousin Rain to tag along, but I was hoping for some alone time with you first. (What can I say? I’m high maintenance)
I apologize for those of you expecting the above to be at all related to real estate. Sometimes, a gal just needs to get a few things off her chest before getting down to business. Happy Spring.