Hey there sweetpea! Glad to know you're out there on stage, doing what you love - even if what you love is not me right now. I miss you terribly, and I suspect you miss me too, but we both have to do what we have to do to be who we want to be. I hope with all the love in my heart that our paths intertwine down the road. Until then, though, I love you and godspeed. —Forrest Gump

I've travelled to many places and lived in quite a few, too, all over this great planet but I have to say, Halifax has some of the most beautiful women this world has to offer! There is not a day goes by that I don't see a bunch of gorgeous gals! I love you, ladies, and thanks for making the view so incredible! —Just thought I'd mention it

To the barrista from the Halifax waterfront location of my favourite Dartmouth coffee house... your kindness when you throw in the last little 'bit' might seem like a small gesture but it makes my day! You've done this for me now, not once, but twice and it never fails to make me smile! I love croissants and I love you guys... Spreading the love and eating butter. —Croissant Lover

I understand why you couldn't continue to be with me. You had love for me when I didn't love myself. I numbed myself to not feel anything with alcohol and drugs. They were the only things in my life that shut off the voice in my head that tells me everything I am doing wrong and lets me know everything I am not. Drinking set up a wall between me and other people, so that they wouldn't see what I see in myself. As a result I forgot how to have fun when I wasn't drinking, how to make connections with people, how to feel deep emotional bonds, and ultimately lost a piece of myself in the process. I decided to get that piece back and make myself whole again. I have a serious problem with alcohol, and the idea of a life without it terrifies me, but I want to show the world what a whole, complete version of me looks like. Unless I love myself and feel comfortable in who I am without alcohol, there is no place for it in my life. Sometimes it doesn't take rock-bottom. Sometimes it just takes someone caring. Caring enough to not stand by and watch you destroy a part of yourself. If I can learn to love myself, maybe she can remember how to love me too. —Anonymous Alcoholic

Thank you so much for stopping your morning commute to help me when I was launched off my bike by a pothole trying to merge through rush-hour traffic into the bike lane at Hollis and Barrington when no other cars stopped. Sorry I didn't get your name! —Mildly Concussed Bright Yellow Helmet

I still long for you, almost everyday. I'm still losing my mind here. I’m still foolishly waiting for you. I know the world looks at you like you are a present for them, but I want you all to myself. If you ever want to come back, I'll wait for you like the stupid girl I am. —Coffee Lover

Things are pretty terrible right now, and I hate that there's nothing I can do to make it better for either of us. But I wanted you to know that despite everything I think you are an amazing and caring man, and nothing will ever change that. I think my heart might be broken right now, but I hold out hope for the future and I hope that you do too. —Curly Haired and Crazy For You

To the woman who stopped her car and got out to see if I was ok after I wiped out on my bike late Monday night: THANK YOU! I was a little shaken up and didn't properly thank you for your concern, as well as effectively protecting me from oncoming traffic with your stopped car. I really appreciated it when I was hurt and a little scared, so thank you for helping out a stranger! NOW, to the metro bus drivers I discovered were having a smoke break right beside this whole incident as I made my way to the sidewalk, who just starred at me as I limped by them without a word: this is why so many people in this city hate you guys. Try showing a little respect and basic decency to others and then you might get it in return. —Bruised Bicyclist

The snake on Spring Garden Road years ago. As a kid, seeing Bud the Spud, petting the scales. Going to the art museum and feeling like it was in another world. AND THE COMMON’S JUNGLE GYM. The tires and rope wall. Or the bars you'd hold onto for dear life to the other side so you didn't fall in the lava. (I always fell in the lava.) Dickie Dees, yo! Blockbuster family night. Rogers was their competitor; movies and a phone display. I've been complete for a while, just never realized it. Halifax, I love you. You are my home, my memories. Couldn't pay me all the money in the world to replace that. —90's

A blurb for the herbs...Instead of trudging down the hard sidewalk, take a little detour through bliss. I don't know how many times the Public Gardens have turned my 'blues' green. Must be all that sunshine. —Happy Haligonian