Summer Woes

Dear Summer,

I think we’d only work out in a long distance relationship. I know this because I like you a lot between October and February. Don’t take it personally. I have an intense need for personal space from all things, with the exception of Petrichor.
Yes, you’re very hot. I think that’s the problem. I can’t take the sweaty days(and nights), the scorching sunshine, and the lack of appetite much longer.
You’ve made it clear that I can’t share you with Ice Cream, when I feel like the three of us were made for each other. Sigh. I guess this is goodbye.

Being Baked