Dearest Chicago, you are the love of my life and I just can’t quit you. You’ve been so good to me, baby. But, you are such a tease! I just packed up all my sweaters and there I was this morning bringing them down again. I talk you up to my friends, I’ve introduced you to my family…man, my days are so much better when you’re doing well.
No one is denying that you do winter well. It might be cold, but the snow combined with hundreds of nooks and crannies to snuggle up in over a hot chocolate or glogg is nothing short of raw romance. (NSFD!!) The best thing about bundling up is stripping down.
If winter is for love, then summer is for passion and my winter white skin is begging for a few kisses from the sun. I’m not asking for much here, ChiChi. I don’t mind if you rain, I don’t mind if you thunder. You’re your own city and that’s what I love so much about you! Just, maybe…and this is just a suggestion…just please knock it off with all the (snow) flakiness.
Accidentally and forever,