I see you walking your dog all the time. We always seem to see each other in the lobby, and I notice you always give me looks. You're gorgeous and look interesting and I want to meet you :) Hope to see you soon :) —Tall guy who always takes the stairs.

Thanks again to the little town on the marsh that opened hearts, minds and doors. The camaraderie of a music festival mixed with your small town charm is almost too much to handle. We were loud, broke and hungover, and still you were kind. Thanks x a million. —Sappy Happiness

Corporate pride is a huge bummer, and always fails to represent what pride is actually about- protesting, getting angry and active about the injustices and violence that continue against queer, trans, non-binary people, and remembering those who came before us. Still, this is a love because I am so grateful for Rad Pride and the way the queer community came together last week. I'm so happy about all the new beautiful, strong people I met in my community, so thankful we are here trying our best to support and fight for each other. Much love. —shy queer in love with all of you

I've been getting the bus at the last stop before the bridge for over a month now. I noticed you immediately and have had a tough couple of weeks but you are the highlight of my day. I'll never have the guts to talk to you and I figure you have some lucky guy anyway. I just wanted to let you know that you're gorgeous and I find my heart palpitating when I see you walking down North St - sometimes I can't even look up in your direction! When we stand in the bus shelter together for those short 5-10 minutes time literally stops. I wonder what you're listening to or where you're going. I'm going to leave my ear buds out in case you ever want to say hello! Al though I'm scared I won't be able to find the words to respond! If you see this I hope if anything you take this as a compliment, which is how it's intended. —Shy #10 rider

the other day at a major grocery store, i maxed out my debit card trying to buy flour. i was all tears and grief mixed with wild abandon bawling. i am not a pretty crier, it was very embarrassing for probably everyone, if not just for myself. with hardly a word, you paid for my flour as i cried in my girlfriend's arms. she was leaving the next day and i was, and still am so fearful that i won't get to see her again for a long time. i had just blown the tube on my bike, my sole means of transportation which i could not afford to fix. going into that express lane, that bag of flour was a personal metaphor, if i could pay for this, then everything would be alright. i could manage. i could get through. i could handle it all instead of letting my stress and my grief claw at me further. i just had to get through this moment. a lot was riding on it, and when 'transaction declined' came up, it all crashed over me. until you. you were persistent in your need to help me out. then, you followed me out of the store to offer me more money. i was too tired and sad to refuse, having burned out all of my pride last week. i was and am still truly humbled. i hope to meet you again under better circumstances. i am so glad for you, and i will always be grateful for your kindness that night, it gave me strength and a way out of the dark thoughts. i will make it up to you, if not personally, i will by hopefully getting my life together and being able to help someone else in a similar situation someday. you are my new metaphor for getting by, a thousand thank yous. —floored flour girl