and everyday I love you more. —"Muffin Top"

Dear beloved city, this is my farewell letter. I will be leaving you soon. I will miss you and all your perfect nooks and cracks. You have given me so much and helped me become the person I am today. Whether it was the wind, rain or snow that you brought, you showed me the positive side of grey days. I will miss your beautiful hipster style that I so easily have fit into. Thank you for leading me to Point Pleasant Park where my love ran into me and has turned my life into blissful love. Don't worry, I'll be back. I'll always come back because, really, you're the perfect city in my eyes. Next time you see me I'll be needing some farm land though, so keep an eye out for me. All the best. —halifaxcitylover

I know that Halifax is really frustrating you lately, and it hasn't been easy on you to move back here, but I am really glad you did. The winter has been awful, and even our poor kitty’s baby paws are cold some days, let alone ours. But summer is just around the bend! Warmth! Low utility bills! Job prospects! Lakes! We'll do it all! I want us to be happy here so badly, sometimes I forget how to help it be so. I’m so sorry. Everyone is going to come out of their caves soon, and we'll be able to go outside. I love you and am so thankful for you, my love. —Thankful and Hopeful Haligonian

Think about all the people you've secretly had a crush on. All the people you've found attractive, but never said anything to. Every stranger you've temporarily fallen in love with on public transportation. All the people you've dreamt of and thought of in the early mornings. And now take a moment to realize you have been this person for so many people...and you have no idea. —Mighty Aphrodite <3

I am hypnotised by the sight of cold, filthy, sparkling snowbank meltwater running across the SG sidewalk, roaring over the edge of the curb like a tiny waterfall, and tearing along the street like an end-of-winter freshet to gurgle down a rusty storm sewer. Sweet sight! —Do I Mind Dirty, Salty Puddle Splashes On My Jeans? Nahhh

Thanks to the red-headed Aussie for waiting -- and pretending you weren't -- while I backed into my Chebucto driveway during rush hour. I was flustered and kept screwing up because an asshole almost hit me. I honked, he jumped OUT OF HIS CAR to scream at me. Terrifying. Your calm presence helped a lot. —Honda Fit

Did you order my vegan (what) dinner, did your brother show up, and then did i totally pass up a golden oppurtunity to talk to you at coburg the very next day? Woe is me - please show up again, i think i need you —the worst customer/law student/ever

[Image-2] I’m going to miss Halifax. I’ll miss the view of the ocean, the fog, the rain, the hurricane winds in September, the seaspray, the jellyfish, the cold beaches, the warm lakes, the taste of lobster and beer and mackerel; I’ll miss the bare hill of the Citadel, I’ll miss dreaming that maybe one day they’ll finally plant trees on it; I’m going to miss stupid biking rules, fighting my way through traffic, angry drivers, kind drivers; I’ll miss the market on Saturdays, knowing I always have a choice between hiding away in a corner to read a book, or spending a very social day chatting out with friends drinking cider; I’ll miss the uniqueness of some spots: that one venue to dance to good music, that one bar to drink decent wine, that one place to have decent Indian food, the familiarity of it all, knowing it’s always there and it never changes; I’ll miss people saying: “you have an accent, where are you from” and seeing their blank faces after I say: “You have an accent too! But a Canadian one, of course”; I’m going to miss people’s friendly faces, the friendly and genuine “hello, how are you doing” and the fake and automatic “hello-how-are-you-doing-good-thank-you”; I’ll miss drunken chatty old men speaking their heart out in random bars; I’ll miss moving often, the slumlords, the student house parties, the houses in the North End with their special names, the open mics, the hipster-only “closed” mics; I’ll miss the beer; I’ll miss watching international food restaurants close because they don’t serve burgers; I’ll miss out navigating the awkwardness of making Nova Scotian friendships, beyond small talk; and I’ll miss one of the most unique things about this place: the proximity to nature, the beauty of biking to a lake in 20mins, dipping deep into the murky endless brown of flooded quarries when you forget, for a moment, where you are, all the while becoming a reason to remember… —localimmigrant

To the purple haired girl with the green canvas bookbag who is always on the 60, your head bopping and unprompted but infectious and endearing smile lights up my world every time I see you. Whether your reading a weird book about witches or your preferred national geographic, you look so open I just want to hug the shit out of you. I hope someone is loving you, and life is as great to you as your smile is to me. —Admirer, NOT stalker

After meeting you at HSSC registration, I did this thing I sometimes do where I make my best friend cringe by dragging out a really awful joke way further than it should have gone. This time, it was about how you and I were in love, evidenced by the fact that you (an employee) had talked to me (a registrant) so much (as if that wasn't your job). Because I am relentless and have a very good memory, I still bring it up occasionally, usually after seeing your handsome face out and about. She still finds it irritating and I still find that amusing. Anyway, our paths crossed again last night and, good god, you are even better than I imagined—honest, witty, border-lining on too forward. I find you absolutely intoxicating, and—while I do plan on respecting your seemingly complex and unique relationship status—I can't help but look forward to running into you again. —Brown Eyes