I'm so ready to get back to your poop stinking Commons and rain covered May. Who says that April showers bring May flowers? Because not on the East coast. Seriously though, I love you for it and how it makes me appreciate those hot August days on the ocean and cliffs. I want to walk down Quinpool road and see twenty people I know or have a picnic in Point Pleasant and not be scared away by big black squirrels, unlike another city that I live in... Walk down to the water in an easy 10 minutes and smell a mix of ocean and sewage, rather than a polluted giant lake. I'd like to walk around and see students having parties on their stoops, rather than business men walking by in suits. This big city has grown to be a part of me, but it will never beat my old home town. Halifax, please bring these things when I come back again! Love you. —Your Partially Southern Ontarian Gal

To everyone in Halifax who is finding the positive on a day-to-day and sharing it with The Coast - THANK YOU! When I'm feeling bummed out, your stories of gratitude and love make me want to hug everyone. You guys are one of the many bright spots in my day and you deserve to know it! Keep on loving! —Huggin' Everyone

Well, it's been what 5+ years for me, wishing and waiting, on you, on a dream I guess. Reality has finally set in for me, I needed this closure, how ironic to get it straight from her mouth, all the best to you.

P.S. I really liked you... I guess you just weren't that into me. So long brown eyes... —Finally Free

No white guy has EVER helped me with a door, a bag of groceries or a broken stroller wheel. But you guys never fail to uphold a true standard of civilization: respect and courtesy for mothers and their young children. Thanks for proving the stereotypes wrong everyday. Your mammas should be so proud! —White Mamma in Halifax

To you, who looks for my words and understands the ones I don't say. I long to tell you them, but time is still healing old wounds. You give me three words each day, and I give you many more. To be frank, "It’s wonderful to get out of bed and drink too much coffee and smoke too many cigarettes and love you so much." You leave me wordless and hopeful, so frequently and so beautifully. In a way that helps me grow and understand. I hope that each person out there looking for connection will find someone who takes them out of their element, and teaches them anew in all the ways you have taught me so far. One of the greatest joys is that I know that there is so much more to come. —Hand Over Mouth, Heart Over Mind

I wish I could have joined you but I was on my way to work when I saw you today around 5:30 at the intersection by the MacDonald bridge. It was so great to see people honking to you and waving. I hope you keep it up and hopefully more will join in soon to protest those greedy protesters. —Passenger

To the cute girl who comes into the convenience store I work at no matter the day or time I'm working. We chat a bit when you come in, we laugh, I really like your smile, I know you work a few doors down the strip mall and that you have a second job teaching dance which I think is awesome! I wish I could get the courage to ask you out. —What and Angel!

Being your girlfriend makes me the happiest, luckiest girl on the planet. I hope someday you'll marry me. —Your Woman

Tuesday night, post-NSCC. There were a bunch of you, friends, who'd come out and were leaving, and getting into some kinda conversation with the big sideburned dude. I was on the way out, lost in my own thoughts (I'd already averted a conversation with him) and not really paying attention, but in retrospect on the way home I noted he seemed to be trying to make some kinda earthshaking point the way drunks do, and failing miserably, and you were rightly havin' none of it. Anyway, I'm a regular there, and I'd never seen him before. Keep coming back. There're good people around there. —Off into the Night

I just wanted to give a shout out to all the great dog owners in halifax. Your furry four leggers are obviously well trained and loved, extra points for scooping that poop. A special love goes out to the owners of the brindle boxer girl. She is so sweet and doesn't jump up, just wiggles her butt. I saw her today on Bayer's with her coat. Woof woof woof. —Good Dog