You emotionally tormented me for the time we knew each other, so why can't I stop thinking about you? I don't want to get in touch with you—you were never good for me. But you excited me. You were different. I'm not the kind of person you'd usually associate with—I'm pretty white collar. Sometimes you opened up to me, and looked at me with those sad eyes. You were lost. I opened up my heart to you, because I enjoyed your company, and I felt there was something inside you that was reaching out for stability. But you're so self destructive, and for those months, I was run ragged emotionally trying to figure you out. Damn you for making me wonder if you're ok. You used me, played me, treated me terribly. You scared me. I knew you were trouble, but I was drawn too you for some stupid reason. You weren't supposed to tear up when I said it was over.

I hope you're ok. I hope you straighten your life out and find someone good. I hope you realize your better than how you treat yourself. You have good inside you, use it. —Cares Too Much

To my first year chemistry tutor. I couldn't have survived this year without you. Thanks for continually reminding me why I came back to university. —Your resource centre newbie

I just wanted say thank you to the two bartenders at a pub on North St on Thursday night. A blind gentlemen was there enjoying the bands and you two made sure he was taken care of. Even gave him a seat up front. It's nice to see people that care and go out of their way. Plus the bartender with long black hair, o my, you are something else! I wonder if you're single? —Blonde girl

The powdery mountainous snow drifts that broke our backs some weeks ago slowly thaw into dirty ugly little icy monsters, their last stand till their ruthless invasion of next year. Me emerging from my winter cave gleefully hanging the snow shovels up in my shed. The rain washing the black dirty side walks to their beautiful cracked grey state of spring glory. The mercury slowly creeping higher as the first sprouts of spring flowers emerge from the underworld. The first attempt to have a cold crisp beer on the patio only to be whisked inside after a few sips by the still lingering coolness. The herds of beautiful bums dressed in yoga pants trot down the previously desolate pot hole filled streets. The sighting of a patious umbrealanus, ready to spring open catch sun's rays and shade hungry thirsty cruise ship passengers and old friends gossiping about pointless drama. The iron titan gates of the public gardens yearning to creak open for the first time. Ahhh spring you have no idea how much I love you. —WFNVD

To the guy driving the yellow Superior Propane truck on North Street (at about 11:45 am on Saturday March 26th) who went out of his way to give a homeless guy a pair of gloves, you absolutely made my day. I hope nothing but good things happen to you! —Paying it Forward FTW

To the girl who came into my coffee shop this afternoon regarding the possibility of selling French macarons. We weren't able to take you up on the offer due to contracts but I wish it had clicked with me sooner what French macarons were. I want to know where you came from and where I can try these delicious treats. I've had them while away and want to have them while home too. I probably won't be able to buy as much as a cafe would daily but I'd like to share word-of-mouth. —Missed Treats

Your interest in our science facts was second only to your cute, cute smile. Long femurs=very attractive. Love, —The overwhelming ladies

To the gentleman who pinched a loaf in the urinal in my office... Thank you. That took dedication and balls. Could you imagine if someone would've walked in on you squatting over the urinal? What would you have said? What would you have done? Pure GOLD my friend. Way to stick it to the man. —Crap factory

I just wanted to say that that was by far the most adorable thing I have ever seen. I have no idea if I'll ever see you again or if you'll even see this, but I feel the need to express to the world just how amazingly adorable it was. —Brown-Haired Whiteboy In a Puffy Black Jacket

Remember Halifax that you are so close to being a walkable, bikeable heaven. Remember that you have a great library system; excellent local beers and music and a wonderful future ahead if you follow your plan. I will miss you. —Walkable Gal