Dear September,
At the beginning of our relationship, I was hopeful of how things would pan out. You promised the beginning of a warm season and you did deliver... somewhat. You tantalised me with the prospect of warm temperatures when the mercury rose to 29°. I even went out of my way to wax my legs for you – just to show how committed I was to this relationship. You and I were happy together for so many days. I was even beginning to think that ours was a relationship that was above all the others but then you went and broke my heart.
It was the thunder and lightning storm at first (but I would've forgiven you since thunderstorms aren't supposed to be too uncommon in spring). And then you slowly let things cool between us, literally. It cooled so quickly and so fast that I had to dig deep into my closet and find my thermals. You should know that I hate wearing thermals because they remind me of those ridiculous-looking long johns:
I'm moving onto October, September. That's right. I'm ripping you away from my calendar and dropping you in the trash. October and I will be what you and I never were.
Sincerely,
K
