I didn't think it would come to this. I really wanted to tell you in person, but it's just too hard.
I'm breaking up with you. I just can't do it anymore. It's not you, honestly, you're very pretty when you cover every branch the way you do.
You have really given it your best to try and hang on. It's just... it's me.
please don't turn away like that, I never meant to hurt your feelings. I'm just tired of the cold, the shoveling, the sludge on the roads.
Maybe after a little break we can try again? Right now I just need something different - some color, some birds tweeting in the beautiful leafy tree tops, some warm, soft grass under my feet.