Oh god, you are haunting my soul. You say you hated high school - But to me you were one of the only reasons I ever loved it. Running into you unearthed some very, very heavy emotion. I close my eyes and all I am greeted with is the sight of the piercing cerulean of your eyes. This torrent of emotion is breaking my soul. I fell for you again, instantly. A turgent current passionately embraced by every fiber of my being. I always burnt a candle brightly for you - just this chance encounter has it burning as hotly as ever. I'm sorry for lying to you but at the time saying I was okay was the best course of action. My heart is being torn apart honestly - I thought I would never feel anything this like again. How long do I have to wait to tell you that I love you? —Taxis & Trenchcoats

I miss you so much. I miss talking and laughing with you. I miss the things we learned from each other and how good it felt just to be with you. I never knew until now that friend breakups are just as painful as romantic breakups. Maybe worse, if you don't realize that best friends can break up, like I didn't. Chest pain, grief, Facebook creeping, compulsively reviewing our last emails, teary-eyed at your name, losing sleep wondering what happened and wondering how you are. I was stoic and rational and tried to make you feel better about ending our friendship because I didn't want you to feel badly and because I didn't want to show you how I feel. But I am very fucking sad. —VFS

To the dancing fellow who murdered the dance floor at the Uncle Charlie show last Thursday at the BE! Where did you come from and how do you make it look so eassssssssssy. Hawt damnnnn you fine AF. —Creepily watching from afar

If you feel strongly about someone you should tell them before they're gone forever. Now might be the only chance you have. —Moment of sincerity

I've seen it, others have and it's time for written words. There's been an increase in minor collisions, pissed off good drivers and no regard for traffic laws. Red light breaking, cutting off other drivers, not sharing the road, people driving without lights at night. I know Halifax is laidback but not to a point where our police force is ignoring these minor infractions. Yes it is more paperwork but it's part of your job to "serve and protect", so please do it. —Concerned haligonian

Is is just me or is there something in the summer air that makes you horny as hell. Maybe it's hormonal, or something. But I just want to fuck! Why can't I find a hot guy with big muscles and a big dick who knows how to fuck? Why is that so hard to find? All I get is limp dick losers, fuglies and gross guys. What is with all the Halifax man out there? What's a girl need to do to get a decent fuck around here? —following my clit

I'm not sure if you read this paper or will ever see this comment published. However I need you to know that I am in love with a Halifax man. We met in New York City where I was born and still live, we have known each other for almost 7 years. We have had an off and on again friendship for some time now. I just wanted that handsome man to know that I will love him forever. We may never be together forever I don't think that was ever your plan. If ever you need me I'm here for you. I will forever love you. —Brookyn girl

"I love misogyny," he told me in the morning while he put his shirt back on.
"Why?" I, an idiot, asked.
"Because as a man, it benefits me."

Wrong, grasshopper. You mean the patriarchy, not misogyny. And you're still wrong. The patriarchy hurts everyone. —Out of your league

I spent most of my adult years living in some of the larger cities in the world. Now I live in Halifax and as a pedestrian having walked these larger cities, I understand your plight—fearing for your life against drivers who drive too fast, don't look where they are going and are generally too distracted. Now that I live In Halifax, I drive. I drive everywhere. And I consider myself a conscientious driver. I never speed, I never use my phone for texting or otherwise, hell, I barely switch radio stations when I drive and I can say, I have never come close to hitting a pedestrian. But I must request this; please, please, please pedestrians...pay more attention when crossing the road. While I am concentrating on about 10 different things while driving—other cars, narrow streets, parked cars, pedestrians, cyclists, changing lights, bad weather, school crossing guards, bad drivers and our beloved pets of the world—you have but one thing to concentrate on, and that is the driver that is approaching the crosswalk. Countless times as I am approaching a crosswalk in my vehicle, you will simply step out without a care in the world not even looking at the oncoming car. Perhaps it is my responsibility to avoid you, but why would you put your trust in a complete stranger driving a two-ton killing machine? Even if it is my responsibility to avoid you, you will still lose this one. Don't make it a game of you're right, I'm wrong. Watch your own ass and hopefully you'll come out alive. —I'm doing my job, now please do yours

To the waitress who worked at Vinnie's Pasta Bar on Inglis this summer. Thank you for the smile you gave me will taking my order at 9:30pm on a random night. Prompting me questions to know if I was from Halifax and asking me if I have been here before. One night you were going back home on your bicycle and waved to me, I wish I turn back time and walk with you instead of simply —A guy who wishes to cross path again