Dear Spring,

I don't know if you will even read this. I'm sure you're laughing and spreading more maple pollen around waiting for me to take a deep breath. What did I do to deserve this?  Was it the snowmobiling two winters ago? Last summer's boating on Candlewood Lake? Autumn's pumpkin everything?  I wish it could be as easy as "it's not you, it's me," but that's just not true. It is you! The other seasons and I have our little issues here and there, but you are relentless.

Please don't suggest counselling, we've been down that road before and it seems that it has only been me who has put in the effort to salvage our relationship. You know that this is true, just ask Claritin, Allegra, Nasonex, and the others. They were all there with me while I tried to hold onto you.

I feel that I need to start seeing other seasons, I can't live like this anymore.

Please don't try and contact me, I'm blocking you.



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