(Pictures taken at noon, today, Wednesday, March 5, from my front door, during a snowstorm)
Although it hurts me to do this, I have to tell you that it's over between us. This relationship has gone on for too long now and I just don't feel the same way about you that I used to. Don't be sad, we had fun. Remember how it started off so romantically in December -- the long walks in the snow, the snowball fights, the ice skating, the tobogganing, the nights by the fireplace? I will always treasure the memories, but the love is gone, and I can't get it back.
It's stale now -- always the same thing over and over again: blizzard, shovelling, blizzard, shovelling. It's March, for Christ's sake, and we're still stuck in the same old pattern: blizzard, shovelling, blizzard, shovelling. I can't take it any more. Neither of us is happy. I want to start seeing other people. Like Spring, and Summer.
It's not you, it's me. I hope we can still be friends.