That's it, Running-in-the-Heat. We've had it. We're done. You tease me with ten, twenty, sometimes even thirty minutes of good times, reminding me what it was like when we first met, back when we were young and full of energy. Then you turn vicious and ugly; your true colors come out, and no matter what I can't make you happy. You scorn me. You laugh at me. So we're through.
It's not like you haven't seen this coming, Running-in-the-Heat. For years we've been on and off. You tease me and make me jealous, parading out your "friends," Cool-Summer-Day and Refreshing-Sunshowers, bringing them in for a while to show off your real power. Then dismiss them as easily as you dismiss me, at 6:30AM at the top of a lonely hill in downtown Raleigh.
Why, Running-in-the-Heat, why? We were so good together once.
But like they say, that was then, and this is now. We can't go back.
So good luck with everything. I should let you know I've been talking quite a bit with Cycling-Lots-in-Summer. We're making all sorts of plans for next year and she promises to be nicer than you. And her friend Swimming-More has always made it clear she's got a thing for me. The great thing is I don't think Cycling-Lots-in-Summer would mind. She's cool with that.
Way cooler than you, Running-in-the-Heat. And that's no pun.
Now your sister, Running-in-the-Winter, she's awesome and we're totally gonna hang out. Probably five or six times a week, if you know what I mean. Hope you don't mind.