Summer's end

Dear Summer 2010,

It isn’t working anymore. We’ve got to end this now. You and I are far too different to continue like this.

It isn’t you, it’s me.

Actually, it’s you.

But I really think you deserve someone better than me, someone who can party every night and drink everyday. Someone who can sleep till 3PM. Someone with no responsibilities. Someone who is unemployed. I just can’t do it. I’ve got to return to real life.

I’ll miss you though. You and I had some really good times, didn’t we? The late nights, the liming, the friends. Good times. Summer 2010, I think you were the best I ever had. I don’t think there will ever be another one quite like you.

I loved everything. I regret nothing.

Goodbye, Summer 2010.

Cini