I love you more than I can even begin to describe. I love when you leave ginger candies in my boots (even though those things are disgusting). I love when you make me late for work by not letting me leave your side to shower (even though I would be late for work anyway so who am I kidding?). I love watching you wrestle with your kitten-sized dog (and I love that I love the dog too, but it may have something to do with the fact that he's pretty much a kitten). I love that when I'm working, all I think about is how I can't wait to be off so I can hang out with you... but how much I want to stay when you come to work the night shift and I have to leave... I love all of the things I learn from you, even if it has to do with video games (you make everything sound exciting). I love when you laugh at me for being a dork, because I embrace it and am glad you do too. I love your positive outlook on life and your energy (even when I have none)... I love that even though I will always be insecure, I've never felt this comfortable about myself with anybody else. I have a long way to go, but you make it seem easy. And the fact that you're so damn fine is really the cherry on top of my sundae. I love you (just as much as you love me)... which better be a lot. —Pumpkin Pie Blizzard

Holy carp! This sea is vast and wondrous and I'm so glad to have swam up next to you. You make me weak in the jellyfish. All oceanic puns intended, I'm your moonbeam fo' life in this octopus's garden. —Full Moon Sailor

It's been a few months since our relationship ended and I've seen a few girls in that time, mostly to take my mind off of you. But none of them compare. The thing is, you treated me so lousy. You were jealous and aggressive, demanding and high-maintenance. But I still miss you and I still love you. I just wish I could stop because I really don't think there's any way we could ever be together (the reason I'm getting this off my chest anonymously). I guess I just wish things had been different. Best of luck to you and I hope I can find someone who makes me feel as wonderful as you usually did—but without all those REALLY bad parts. —Will Be Awhile

You're nine years older than me, and my boss. But I'm still pretty much in serious like with you. —Young-ish One

You're a sweet, awesome person and I love our late night poutine adventures. I'm glad that we are friends, but I'm glad we can fool around sometimes, too. I'm glad that you understand the crisis I am going through and put up with my shenanigans. I hope we have more adventures together. —Sorting My Shit Out

I don't write this love to show my hidden feelings, because you already know them and share them with me. I just want the whole world to know how much I love you. You make me the happiest girl on earth. You showed me how to be strong and love myself, and hold me at my weakest points. I don't think I've ever been so comfortable around someone. Even when we do have our fights, it's over in seconds, resolved with a kiss. I am so lucky to have met you. You make me believe in fate, and soul mates. —Sub-tull

I am in a very difficult situation and am beyond apologetic to have had to abruptly cut you out of my life. There was a lot of potential between you and I. I think (and hope) you may have felt the same. I will always regret the loss of what could have been. I am left only with the memory of how you made me feel; excited, scared, hopeful, nervous and eager. I still think of you. —Green Eyes

To the cute girl helping us in the paint store Sunday; was thinking about you more over dinner. We ended up getting ice cream cake. —Short Chick with Grey Hoodshirt.

I may not show it as much as I should, but I am so thankful for my life and those who are in it. I have people in my life who I know I can count on for anything, at any hour. I have people who believe it me more than I believe in myself. I've always been blessed and it scares me because I don't know why or how or when it will end. For now maybe I'm just lucky. But I look at the lives of others and I don't understand how so much misfortune, bad luck and sadness has hit them, and seems to have grown to be a part of them. How is it that I can be so blessed while others have it so rough? I can't imagine what that's like, but I know eventually my luck will run out too, and I don't know what I'll do. I know I have to appreciate things more and tell my loved ones how much they mean to me. Nothing and no one is forever. Love and light. —Always Grateful

You should know all your mutual friends warned me off of you because they were around when your last relationship ended—badly. And most of it WAS your fault. And for a long time I listened to them—I know I said I didn't. When you would hold me in the night and say "I want you to be proud of me..." and I said I didn't listen to gossip... but I did. I really, really did. I believed every word they said. And it kept me from getting close to you, made me scared of committing to you in any way. I always kept you in the context of a guy I could never trust and I closed myself off to you for WAY too long. And I'm sorry—because only recently did I find out how much it was hurting you. How I wasn't just a conquest to you but a woman you were falling in love with. I didn't know. And I saw other people. I didn't take you seriously. I held you away from me. And yet, for some reason, you stayed.

When I had eye surgery, you clamped onto me like a barnacle for the two weeks of recovery. You asked me to be your girlfriend—you shouted it to everyone from the rooftop. Literally. And I realized that your shit with your ex was your shit with your ex. I'm not her. And you're not the guy you were with her. I felt like a damned fool.

I'm so sorry. I wish I had just wised up long ago. But I'm glad I eventually did. You treat me like I've always wanted to be treated. Not like a princess, but like a fellow soldier, in a trench. And when life throws a grenade our way, you grab my hand, nod and say "Let's do this shit." And we run together into the fray and blow shit up. That's all I ever wanted.

Thank you for not letting go. Thank you for being so good to me. I think I love you too. And on Christmas Day, when we're flying to Indianapolis, I'll tell you. And I won't leave your side again. —Eats Crayons