To the wonderful soul who found my iPod on Friday and Facebooked me saying you had it—THANK YOU. I'm clumsy at the best of times and have lost two iPods before in exactly this way, I figured this was it for this one as well. Hope restored! —Tunes Forever

What's it gonna take for all of us together to see that this life is simply an experience and that the essence of who we truly are is consciousness having this experience? How could you possibly deny that this is quite nearly the most accurate description of what it is to be living this life. It's simple. It's eternal. It allows for all possibilities. It's a vibration of pure oneness that resonates throughout the entirety. It's what we all descend from and return to. There is no word to truly describe it and yet we are all aware of its presence. It's in all of us and all around us. It guides us. It is not religion. It is not belief. It is not found in a doctrine. We are consciousness having an experience. All of us together, having our own little experiences. So, don't lie, don't litter and don't stress because at the end you must love just you. No one else matters. —Days to Live

Hey, we've been true friends for three years, and I truly appreciate your friendship. You are the only person I can truly be myself with, where all of the painful awkwardness disappears. I love your relentless optimism, it can transform even my most depressive days into happiness. You make me laugh without pause. Your innocence is refreshing. I respect you too much to potentially ruin our friendship, but I just want you to know that I truly love you. Thank you for getting me, you are a wonder. —Sappy Cliched Writer AKA Z the Looney Tunes Nerd

To the driver of the 80 earlier this week: I'm guessing it was about 3:30 in the afternoon, I had just gotten off the highway in Bedford in my little green Hyundai Elantra (Her name is Weenis Vandini if you ever get to meet her) I was all tired and freaked out from a long drive, wound up stuck behind some weirdo in the middle of an intersection who wasn't moving. The light was changing and I wanted to get out of there and went to go around him and wound up in front of you instead.

Totally my fault, dude. I failed my right shoulder check and Weenis takes off like a bat out of hell sometimes. Anyway I'm sure I scared the crap out of you judging from the faces of your passengers. I'm really sorry good buddy and it won't happen again. —Bad in Bedford

Honestly I don't deserve this shit. I feel invisible to you and it's so unfair that you've left me hanging like this. We both know I've never been anything but nice to you and you have zero reason to ignore me, especially for this long. Two can play this game you know, but luckily for you I'm not really into games. One of us has to be the mature one here, might as well be me. You ignore me now but you'll need me later, we both know it's true. And I'll have to act like nothing is wrong, like it's fine and that I understand, because I literally have to. If I told you you're breaking my heart it would be another three months of not hearing from you because were "not really together," or "just friends," even though friends don't go weeks/months without talking. You are so predictable. Somehow you'll turn this all around and make it seem like it's my fault. Yup. Typical. Can't wait to see what you have to say this time. What... I lead you on? I wanted you to come over while my parents were sleeping so we could do it in my room? It's my fault you went through a red light and we got pulled over? I left to go back to school and you're mad/don't see the point in talking? I love you but I want to wring your neck at the same time. Always here though, that will never change. —Anybody Seen Molly?

Come back and listen to that little wooden speaker with me again and I'll get you that bag for your bag. —Wood Working Girl

To the woman on the bus who had the guts to tell off the couple who were loudly and profanely shouting and sobbing in front of several small children, thanks for doing what no one else did. Your fiery red hair matched the gusto with which you attempted to save young ears, so much respect. —Pretending to Listen to My iPod

Every now and then I catch you smiling at me... As much as I like the smiles, we should actually talk sometime! Don't be shy, we could both use a study break. —Happily Accepting Smiles, For Now

I needed an afternoon coffee fix, but what I got was way more than I ever wanted... I saw you sharing more than americanos with "Mr. Moustache" at what was supposed to be "our spot"! You said, last week, I'll "never be 100 percent in." And, you're right, if you insist on sharing yourself with him and I both... And, I know you've said he's "hung like a horse." But, haven't you had your fill yet? I've given you my heart, soul and more, and humbly ask for all of you in return! Can't you stop sharing, and move to the woods with me and our dog Seamus. The VW van is packed and GTG? —No More Pumpkin Pie For You... Hope Not?

I was so hurt... that day I thought you'd dumped me. You said you weren't ready for closeness and that I needed more from you than what you can give me. I felt so rejected and I didn't know why I was being rejected... I felt like all the things I told you, and all the intimate moments we spent together were meaningless and that is why you wanted me gone. I figured your distance and actions were because you were with someone else or not interested in me because of someone else.

I think about you every day you know. I want to talk to you all the time, but I feel like I can't message you. I have never met someone like you. After making that connection with you, texting with you for months, seeing you in person, how do I go back to how life was like before? I wasn't miserable before you, but I am miserable now without you. It is so hard to open myself to anyone - do you know how ridiculously easy it was for me to open myself up to you? How safe I felt with you? I feel invincible with you. It's not that I needed you to complete me, I don't need anyone to complete me. But, the things you do to me...

I think I finally understand where you were coming from. Like maybe you were "someone's" for so long—that you can't be that for anyone right now. I hope you know I would do anything to be with you.

That day we went to the beach, and you played "Summer Love" in the car—you touched me—my mind was caught up in a whirlwind of possibilities. Was that just me reaching for anything that gives me hope? You have made me feel alive, and made me realize what I've been missing in my life. You are SO beautiful—your eyes cut through me to the core, I dream of kissing your lips at night... Was that kiss you gave me on the cheek that day the goodbye kiss and I am just too much of an idiot to admit it to myself?

Now I am probably one of those people on the hated list I'd heard so many times when I was on the inside. Now I'm on the outside, looking in... And it's so cold. I could lie and say this is without expectation, but I will always do my best, regardless, not to put my expectations in front of your needs and feelings again. Even now. I just wanted you to know how much I have missed you. Missed your messages to me, missed having you care about me. To check in with me, to shoot the shit with me. And to be close with me. I want so much to be close with you, and to you. I had so many fantasies built up in my mind of you. The reality of you—blew away the most hopeful anticipations I could have ever had of you.

I told a mutual friend I was falling in love with you that time we went to the beach. That I was trying so hard to keep it contained because I knew that you needed space and you didn't know where you're head was at. But oh my god it feels so right with you. I wish to be one of those people you can say you love without hesitation. The luckiest people in the world from my perspective. I want to earn that you know. I want you so bad. I know it all happened kind of fast. If that is my fault I'm sorry, I really had good intentions you know. I'm not a bad person! I never wanted to hurt you if that is what I've done! If there was any way I could be with you again, if I had an opportunity that I missed because I didn't tell you my feelings, I'd never forgive myself. So here I am, for you, always. —Dartmouthy