Dear Weather.com,
Everything you say to me is disappointing. I wait in expectation for your declaration of love to me and my heart breaks over and over again! You lead me on and toy with my emotions in ways I cannot express. How can you live with yourself?
You know how much I love sweaters. You know how my heart leaps for joy when I can see my breath in the air. You know how beautiful I think the color of changing leaves and the smell of fireplaces burning is. Why? WHY?? WWWHHHYYYYY????
You know how much cuter I am in scarves, hats and warm sweatshirts. Why must you torture me over and over again with summer clothing.
I get sick, literally sick, because I go from Air conditioning to gusts of HOT air and my emotions are overwhelmed!
Hot coffee is better than iced coffee.
Please! Some good news would be welcome. Tell me how much you love me, whisper sweet nothings into my ear, embrace me, kiss me with kindness.
Always anticipating your love, tell me what I want to hear Baby,
Merea =)
