I feel blue when you leave. It's too bad you never had the nerve to make it real. I don't know what you thought or how you felt. I guess, realistically, I dont know you. It was just me and my imagination being playful. But there was never anything tangible for me to sink my teeth into and that was necessary. If it was real i eventually had to put it in the rear view and keep it moving. Hopefully you don't always let fear serve up mediocrity and missed opportunities. Or maybe you prefer things to be handed to you. Meanwhile, I'll always have my imagination. —It's whatever

Sending a big happy face to the very handsome number 7 bus driver that puts a big smile on my face every morning!! —Bus driver

To the girl all in white at the Agricola NSLC. You are glorious. Not sure I've ever seen a perfect 10 in person before. Thanks. Not sure you're even real. But goddamn. —Just some fuckboi now I guess

I said you were adorable; I meant it. I wanted to say more but didn't have the nerve. Like that you reminded me of myself and my partner when we were in the will-we won't-we stage: flirty, cute and awkward enough that everyone knows what's happening. Don't listen to grumpy old men who “don't wanna see that.” They can look away. Keep trying to annoy each other. We're rooting for you two. —The Girl With Pink Hair

Yowsa. You nuddged me at the bus stop across from Shoppers, Spring Garden Rd., Thurs. 9/29, 4:30 p.m.
- We got on the same bus. Crowded. You in the back. I parked it in the front.
- Spent the whole ride wanting to go back to strike up a conversation.
- Didn't want to embarrass, or creep you out in front of a crowd.
- See you regularly in my place of work. Always a friendly, "Hello" and very brief small talk.
- I'm an Irish white male.
- You, mixed race, petite, vixen-from-heavan.
- This song is for you: Aaron Neville, "Tell It Like It Is".
- You 'shiver-my-timbers'. —SmittenForKitten

I just want us to find the perfect furniture at Leon's, or on the curb. —But, Right, Or, K, Erm