Dearest Summer,
Have I ever told you how much I love thee? Your warm sunny days of freedom and ice cream leave me fulfilled and content. The freedom of wearing shorts of any length and shirts that expose my bra straps without school staff breathing down my neck is so close. Oh how I wish you were here! Then I could skip over to a friend's house and enjoy you in all your glory. I can almost taste the sunshine on my tongue and the sweat on my skin.
I long for you, dearest summer. It is only the beginning of March and already my heart aches for you, wanting, pleading, needing. I want to wear flip flops and shirts without my sweat shirt. I want to eat Otter Pops every day and write stories in my back yard. I want to burn all of my tights and long pants, sweaters and my heaviest jacket.
In the winter it was cold, mildly cold enough so that I could wear tights and summer skirts, but still cold enough that I was forced to wear tights. Bleghh, winter was so cold and dull, but you are so full of wonder and warmth.
Sincerely,
Your lover
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