Dear (_____)

Dear Summer,

I dunno, baby.  I just do not know.  I've been flirting with someone.  Not to your color palette, however, that is how these things tend to go, year by year.  I thought we had something, but we didn't, and while it has been a torrid coaster of emotion through the hot days, I am looking forward to the cold nights.  I was born hot blooded and it's nothing to say less of you, but I am happy to admit a run on to tell you that I loved you.

Sincerely,

all your fond memos.