Dearest One, It saddens me to address you in this manner but I don’t know what else to do. You do not listen to me. So, that being the case, I will have to let you know in writing that our relationship is over. I am done! I have repeatedly been blown over by your unfatihfulness and your stormy behavior. Up one day, down the other. I can no longer depend on your promises of change and your empty assurances of warmth are fickle to say the least. I need your love like the warm caress of balmy spring breezes and the beauty of color that promises the best is yet to come. Instead, you hang onto your cold, calculating ways and drift on forever with broken promises as you dwell in your colorless world. I, on the other hand, long for freedom, color and exploration. Since we cannot agree on compromise, and I refuse to give into your passive aggressive behavior, I find that I have no other choice than to relieve you of your frigid hold on me and bid farewell to you, Winter. Let your heart speak to other hearts, but not mine. May you be blessed with warm, sunny days that melt your icy constitution and send you into the depths of the earth to make yourself useful with nurturing other elements, just not me.
Correction Lucinda Saue is the author of the Writers Workshop story published in the Feb. 22 edition of the Cheney Free Press. The author’s name was incorrect.
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