Dear Spring,
I saw you threw a party and left me off the guest list. I usually don't make a big deal over these things but Facebook and Instagram have a way of rubbing things in your face and I just had to say something.
I know I took you for granted during my Floridian years, so I guess that explains why you've been giving me the cold shoulder.
We spent a lot years together while I was in Florida, so when I went to New York I wanted to experience something different. I'm sure this is all about that time I said Fall was my favorite. I shouldn't have said that. I hate to displace blame, but Fall and Winter have a way of weighing a person down and that Winter - she's quite persistent. Look, it's April and she's still around. I just want you to know that if I hurt your feelings that it wasn't my intent and I'm truly sorry.
You just never know what you've got until it's gone and that's my lesson in all of this. I came to New York and tried to adapt the ways and forgo my festive wardrobe. But I miss your flirty clothing adorned in bright colors and funky patterns! You were one of the only one that accepted my hot pink nail obsession. I gave into peer pressure - I had a weak moment. Fall and Winter were making me feel like an outcast and basically forced me into these neutral palettes. It was OK for awhile but Fall and Winter don't party like you and Summer. They even enforce this strict dress code of dreary color palettes, thick socks, high boots, and suffocating scarves. Don't get my wrong I was excited at first because it was new - but just like that small stint in middle school with uniforms, it got old after awhile. They don't understand a person's desire for change. Not, like you do.
I've gone on for too long and I know you like to keep things short. I hope we can let bygones be bygones and you find it in your heart to pay me a visit.
Sincerest Apologies,
Alexis
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