Monday, August 8, 2011
Thank you for letting me air my grievances. Thank you for being so mature. Thank you for stepping up afterwards. Thank you for still being my friend. Thank you for ever loving me at all. Thank you for breaking my heart. Thank you for changing my life. I miss you but that's okay. I love you, Sweet Pea, I always will. Don't forget about me. —Bye, Then
You are adorable, you talk about cool music and you didn't even raise an eyebrow (much less run screaming) when I awkwardly implored you to be my friend over the medium roast. These are all enormous points in your favour. You kind of charm my socks off in ways that take me by surprise. Sometimes when you come in I dance for hours afterwards. I just really fricking like you, okay? —Next Time Ask for My Number, Goofball
9:10 Saturday night at the Bridge Terminal: You had curly hair and were rockin' to your tunes waiting at the walk light. I was on the #10, wiped after a long day and staring aimlessly out the window. You gave a lovely smile and a friendly wave, possibly to me. I hope you saw me smile back. Thanks for the pick-me-up. —A Little Less Tired and Cranky
I know this is kind of ridiculous at this point, but I can't stop thinking about you. Maybe it's something, or it could be nothing. The only thing I know is that I'd really like the chance to see you again. I don't think you feel the same way about it, which might have a lot to do with the fact that meeting new people is extremely difficult for me. I start stuttering, and everything just comes out stupid, and you're probably thinking "Okay, weirdo." But honestly? I think you're really neat. And I know you'll see this, the next time you're drinking coffee at a local cafe. Oh, and I swear I'm not as crazy as I seem. —That Awkward Kid in Chucks
To the gentle person at Arcade Fire who found my specs and made a point to get them back to me at the Ferry Terminal days later. THANK YOU! Those glasses mean work to me!! —Can See
You lifted my spirits and restored my faith in humanity last Thursday. I won't say your route and number lest management not be pleased; but when a destitute and troubled man asked if he could get a 'lift', you said sure, and he curled up in the front seat, shaking. When he got off, you said 'have a nice day'. Thank you for treating him with dignity. Our spirits were 'lifted' as well. —There But for the Grace of God Go We...
You knock the crap right out of my herpesmaximus before it gets a chance to take ahold of my lips and turn them into an unrecognizable monstrosity. I love you for that. —The Other Blue Pill
Ok, it’s going onto week 7 and I am still thinking of you. Your beauty, strength, passion and sensibility. I am wondering how you are doing and hoping that all is well. Your lovely face is fixed into my mind and your rough voice and laugh still ring through me. Thinking about you makes my heart race and I feel alive again. Thank you…thank you for being you and coming into my life for a brief moment in time. —Suburbanite
Friday, August 5, 2011
I love you, even when you don't feel very sunny. Sometimes I think it makes me love you more. I hope your clouds go away soon so you can see how bright and sunny you really are. —Your BIG Spoon