Hey, big guy. Listen... we need to have a talk. I've been thinking about this for a while now, and the truth is... it's over between us. I think we both know it, and there's just no point in letting things linger any longer. And I can say with one hundred percent conviction that it isn't me, it's you.
Your clinginess is suffocating me: the way you hang around and overstay your welcome, the way you show up out of nowhere when I think I'm finally getting a break. And honestly, you're holding me back. I'm young, and I need to be experiencing life, but instead I'm getting iced in if not putting my life in danger to travel from place to place.
Aside from putting me in danger, I just can't deal with the constant infliction of pain. My hands ache as I grip my frigid steering wheel, my ears sting as the icy winds blow about me. I haven't slipped on the ice yet, but why risk it? We both know it's inevitable; you're just too volatile to hang around anymore.
Sure, it started out great. I was thrilled to pull out my winter wardrobe: the boots and sweater dresses, the scarves and knit hats, my favorite hobo gloves. But that's all over now. The excitement has worn off. I'll always cherish the good times we had: the snowball fights, the white Christmas, the fires and hot chocolate... but the rays of sunshine are just too few and far between to go on like this.
You'll find someone new, I'm sure of it. Somewhere out there is a lunatic who loves nothing more than a good chill and frolic in the snow, who has no more sense than to want to be snowed in with you for days on end (I mean, really, that seems romantic, but get a grip). And I will hopefully get a tan and one day, maybe, stop shivering. I can only hope the teeth chattering hasn't left permanent damage, but I'll be sure to send you the bill if I have any problems.
Best wishes,
Lindsey
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