1: “Your reliability rivals that of weather forecasts in Springtime. Hard to predict when you’ll suddenly rain on the parade.”

2: “You’re one to talk, with a mood like pollen allergies- mild one day, catastrophic the next, and somehow my problem to manage.”

1: “You say you changed, but you emulate a groundhog on Groundhog Day- see your own shadow and burrow back in, still not ready for growth.”

2: “Oh please. You approach emotional maturity the same way you do Spring cleaning- make a show of clearing things out, then shove everything back into the closet.”

1: “Wow. Honestly- talking to you is like an Easter egg hunt where every egg is empty. You dress your words in bright colors but it’s all hollow underneath”

The resentment between them festered like weeds, compromising the integrity of the seeds they had once sown together in the garden of years.