I've really had enough of your horrible temper and mood swings. This just isn't working out anymore. I tried to love you like so many others do, but I just can't. I am tired of looking at your gray skies and the unrelenting snow that you keep burdening us with.
It's not me, it's you.
You make me absolutely miserable.
I'm happier with spring, with it's blooming trees and flowers, green grass and blue skies. I even love spring for it's rain. There may be days with spring when it's cold, but it never treats me like you do, so icy and uncaring.
I welcome spring's warmth and I will be relieved when I can put you behind me Winter, even though I know you'll show up every year like clockwork, I try to do my best to deal with you, but you really don't make it easy.
I'm sorry I had to end things with you like this
(but not really)
(No, not Love, but I can't exactly sign this letter I hate you)