My life as been hell even more so lately. At certain times, I start feeling sorry for myself then the pity turns into hurt feelings for the way you dropped me. I genuinely care for you in despite of the self hater or sucker I must look like, I miss you terribly. I know you had (I think you still do) feelings for me as well. I know what you were forced to tell me and what you wanted to say to me were pole opposites. You aren't the bad guy you want most people to think you are. Although I am one of them, I know you aren't a bad guy. You've been hurt before, which would explain why you seem to be afraid of falling in love or becoming close to a woman again. I know now, I do believe I deserve to have genuine love in my life, so do you. I need you to know I still care for you. It's been many years since I've been held by a man. My dreams are of you holding me after making loving to me and I actually feel happy. Then I'm reminded of the dark, stark reality of my hell when I awaken. I have tried very hard to erase you from my mind but, the memories of the warm feelings I felt and our laughter while I was with you kept returning. I won't hurt you; you've been hurt so many times in your past. —Is It Too Soon For That Coffee?

Love destroyed forever comes with it a time to mourn what was but I think that it is welcome for each of us. Your hate came early and displayed every time you turned away from an offered olive branch. Mine came much later but is now just as strong. Was it really love then? Or just a convenient excuse? It doesn't matter—and I don't believe for you it ever did. —An Odd Love

I know we just met, and I'm not one of those "OMG I LURVE YOU" kind of people after such a short time. Trust me. I'm just happy being around you, having fun with you and having your help and support when I'm in a cross roads at life. Plus the sex is fantastic. You are a genuinely nice guy, don't ever change, and let's take it slow and see where things go. —S.Mercury

I still have a crush on an older guy, but I dunno how to ask him to hang out because it's probably inappropriate in some weird way. I message you but it wasn't so great, but I dunno how to say what I really want to say. If you think you know who this is, do you want to hang out with me? lol —From Young Girl, But Not That Young

Going out on a limb here, thinking I know who you are. Just let it be known that an apology is not necessary. I also quite frequently get lost staring at you...whenever I get the chance that is. PS: Be careful...BBC, especially redheads. —Sincerely, Firey Beard Enthusiast

We met in July while debating the benefits of wraps versus straight up bread at a grocery counter. I laughed and you asked for my number. You got it and texted shortly after. We met for coffee (where you mocked my complicated drink) and you asked to see me again. I told you that my life was messy and I didn't know what was going to happen. You replied, "I can't wait to see." Two weeks later I let you know that the messes were cleared and I wanted to get to know you better. You smiled. Four months later one of the messes reared up again and you gave advice and support. For that I say " thank you." Even though you are far away right now, know this... "You are fun, wicked and everything in between. I know what we have is unconventional, but it works for us both." See you soon. And thanks for the treats you send my way to make me smile. Let this be my treat to you. And know that Ms Content is locked away... Never to return. —Complicated and Not Just My Coffee

Thank you. For always having my back, even if you don't have a stake in my battles, for talking me up every time I feel like I'm at my lowest, for listening to me gush and fall in love, and then listening to me bitch and complain when that love turns sour, for always coming back when we blow up at each other, for staying in touch when you move thousands of kilometres away. Thanks for understanding. Thank you for being a friend. —Still Here

Hi we met at HalCon and talked about getting a comix jam going in this city again. I gave you my email so you should email me. Let's do this! —Survivor

To the girl with the bad ass bacon tattoo on your hand, we ride the bus together quite often. I think you have the most charming smile. Last night on the bus, a very very annoying teenager decided to use his Blackberry as a boombox. You politely offered him your headphones. He laughed. You politely asked him to turn it down. He laughed and turned his music up. What you did next made my day for a very long time. You got up, took his phone turned his music off, and tossed the phone to the other end of the bus. The entire boss clapped, I am sure every single one of us on the bus was day dreaming of doing exactly what you did. Thank you for being such a bad ass and making all of our nights. If you are single, strike up a convo with me, I'd love to get to know you. —Redhead with the Red Glasses

Did we meet at the Halifax Jazz Fest this summer? Did we dance to Charles Bradley? I don't know if you're the same girl as the Jazz Fest girl but I sure think about her a lot... I guess this is just another time I'm thinking... —Hangin' On the Citadel, One Sunny Afternoon with You