Summer, I’m Sorry

Dear Summer,

Last time I saw you, I know that I didn’t show you enough attention, that I didn’t tell you how beautiful you were.  You absolutely glowed, and I really miss you right now.

It wasn’t too bad when you first left, I thought it would be worse.  You’re replacement was as erratic as when I had seen her last.  She was almost nice, and my son seemed to like her.

Then as she got ready to go, I thought “Wow, I can probably live without Summer.”  I’m sorry, I didn’t know how wrong I was.  Now I’m dealing with this dark, icy asshole, and I cannot handle it.

I hide inside my house from her, watching as she wreaks havoc on my home.  I tried calling the police, and I told them she was outside throwing a hissy fit, but they told me that there was nothing that they could do.  I tell my friends and family about how she’s terrorizing me, and they laugh and think I’m telling stories.

I need you to come back sooner than you had planned, please.  I’m begging you.  I need to bathe in your light.  I need to feel you surrounding me, embracing me.

When you come back, I will never take you for granted again.  I will treat you as special as you deserve.

Please come back,


P.S.  I’d be happy with your sister Spring in the mean time.

Published by Michael Christopher Cole

Michael, is a highly motivated, filmmaker and video professional. Coming from a marketing background, Michael knows not only the ins and outs of a quality video, but also how to make the most impact across various media platforms. In addition to his work with Chocolate Diamond Media, Mike enjoys family time with his wife and son, traveling, and reading.

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