love affair gone astray.

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Last year, well, I don't want to give away too many details, but I had a very hot, very intense relationship.

With summer.

And when I say hot -- I mean hot -- like, above 80 degrees. Every day. So, I'm sure you can understand my disappointment when this year, I'm expecting to feel the same infatuation -- obsession, if you will -- and instead I had to experience cold, rainy weekend after weekend. I mean, hell, I even went to the beach in the middle of a fog storm --(obviously, putting in my half of the relationship) and still, nothing. No sun, no perfect beach day, nothing in return.

So now, like the bitter, disappointed ex that I feel like, I want to sit and cry, ripping up all the pictures from our good times last year-- there, me on the beach, tan and happily stuffing my face with shrimp and there, me again, sitting on the grass in the warm sun, watching the waves, stuffing my face with ice cream - ugh, stop, Jennifer. You have to let go. It's over.

The fact that a season can wreck such havoc on my emotional stability probably speaks for itself.

I've got to get myself under control - in this state, Autumn is going to come along and I'm going to risk a rebound relationship with corduroy and apple cider or something.

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Dear Fall,

A gentle, small plea to be kind to us.

Deep down, you know you're my favorite.

I promise not to bitch and moan when I pack up my flip flops and I promise to tell you more often how beautiful you are when your leaves change color.

Here's to a loving, fall-filling* relationship,

Jennifer

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*yeah, I went there. I give you full permission to pretend not to know me.