You are the coolest chick I've met in a long time. I can't believe I had such a great time sitting on your couch eating Milk Duds/popcorn, having a few drinks, and watching Jem cartoons. I just wish those other people weren't there so I could've gotten to know you better. I even liked your dog and I'm not normally an animal guy. Can't wait to see you again Mrs. Z. —You Had Me At Hello

When I am alone in my room recuperating from being lashed out at by my partner, I listen to the blues. The lyrics, the rhythm and the clarity of the musical instruments. I then go down to a bar downtown which is noted for the blues and I listen to the blues across the street. I see many awesome bikers coming and going and I let myself go, I get all hot and bothered inside. You see, I do not have a very good home life. I am always on the stumbling block. I cannot tell you about it because you would never believe me anyways. There is just somehing about letting the sound of the blues into your heart. One of my favourite blues song is, "These arms of mine are yearning just to hold you. These arms of mine are just burning for you. These arms of mine are just wanting to hold you. Please let my arms hold you." As the slowness and the softness of that song plays, I forget all my troubles and I am IMAGINING that I am holding a special biker so close that I can feel his heart pounding against mine. To feel his beard rub against my face. To feel the strength from his body. Then when the song is over I come back to reality and I am sad again. You see I never ever got to hold a biker and I probably never will because I am not good enough for a biker. BUT in my mind, nobody can stop me from listening to the blues with an awesome biker in my arms. —Women Bleed

To the bus rriver of the number one on Sunday morning: You saw me running and stopped at the next stop and patiently waited for me to run almost an entire block to get to you. I was nowhere near the bus stop and yet you waited. You made my entire day and I told you that you rocked but it didn't seem quite enough. Thanks for being so gracious and considerate of my last-minute ways!!! Bus drivers like you are what make riding public transit an enjoyable experience. So thanks again Mr. Bus Driver, you rock my socks off. —Desperate Pink Runner

Sometimes your friends, are not too friend-like. You we're definitely a pick-me-up after a pretty unsuccessful night at Glow in the Dark Bingo. While my group was busy discussing plans without me, you came over and made me enjoy a night that was all but lost. The world deserves more people like you. —Daring Dauber

I do not usually write these things...but to the tall, dark and handsome kite boarder at Lawrencetown Beach (on Tuesday, August 7th)...I walked directly in your path and after realizing it said "excuse me." You said that I was "too cute to miss" and my day was made! Thank you. —Lucky Lady

I wish you'd come back. I think about you all the time it's distracting... I'm sorry we fought, I'm glad we're talking again but I wanted so much more with you. I wasn't ready, wasn't sure of you and people meddled I know it doesn't excuse me though. You were the first to know a small part of my personal hell and the only one to listen on those late night walks. Whatever happens just know I'm a friend for life. —Just Another Crazy Girl

We shared a boulder-sized waterfront space at a beautiful lake on Wednesday, the water so cool and refreshing on our hot skin. I swam my share, dried off and redressed to leave your group to the rock in peace. As I dressed to depart the lake I left my bronze medallion necklace behind not realizing until today. It was a graduation gift from my mother and if you have found her I would love to be reunited with her once again, and maybe we could share the same space again at our dear lake! —Misses Her Necklace

Rose, it's been a year and a half since last I saw you. I still miss your smile, charm and spirit. The girl behind the counter making my coffee---the coffee tastes empty there now and I stopped tasting it long ago (right about the time I learned what happened). Too bad things went sour where you worked. You deserved better. —Your Jamie Oliver

You are the sweetest girl I know, and it kills me to know the heartbreak you must be feeling. I cannot disclose who I am because I am friends with your ex, but I want you to know that he is lost without you. He does not belong where he is right now. He belongs with you... and everyone on Elm Street knows it. Getting drunk enough to forget you will only last so long for him. I hope you don't give up. —Someone Who Still Believes in True Young Love

I haven't seen you since January. I've called you on the phone a few times just to check up on you even though I knew you did not want to talk to me. You used to tell me '"When we spark, the world burns." If I messed up, I wish you would tell me so I can make it up to you. You were the closest person in my life and now you haunt me everywhere I go. You may hate my guts, but I still care about you. You told me once that no matter what would happen between us, even if things did end, we would stay close and I feel like I've been keeping up my end of the bargain. So please say something, say anything, that you hate me and I will move on. All I ask is what you want of me and I will do just that. I'm not ready to say goodbye and I hope you aren't either. —Your Red Cardinal