I miss you. Been years now, and you were right about everything. I didn't listen and here I stand. Hardened by life’s woes, and found out who I really am. I wish you could see me now, instead of hate who I was. I'm happy you've made it so far, and that you are one step closer to traveling to Asia. Maybe we will meet there one day, and have a chat. Until then… —See Ya Later, Cowboy

Why is it,
So hard to speak in person?
Face to face,
Or side by side?
Did we not have,
A better understanding,
Of one another through that simplicity,
And found logic,
humanity and empathy.
For the reasons,
We wear our masks?
Why do either one of us,
Have to be so savage?
Nothing has changed,
I never hold grudges,
I have feelings for you,
But that's not where my heart is.
I found myself,
Lost in the past,
Stuck in the present,
Longing,
Needing,
And Willing to break through.
Into,
Change,
Healing,
And inspiration,
And it was all because of you.
One year later...
I'm still me,
You are still you.
But now I know why,
You could relate so much,
And I understand why,
You warned me about so many things,
You were right about everything and everyone
Except for me.
But then again,
There's never any logic,
In arguing over the phone,
through texts,
or cyberly.
There's nothing to argue about.
Nothing left to resolve,
Nothing left but peace,
I paid attention,
To everything you told me,
I just needed a year to see,
But if it really hurt,
That I never believed until exactlty
One year later in 2018,
Just remember,
Until you,
Nobody ever treated me,
Like royalty,
In which I am deeply sorry.
—Your Mouthy Bitch

I miss you. Every day. I'm just trying to do right, act right, be right. But sometimes I miss you so much it hurts. I hope you're OK. —Fake Sean

It's been nearly two years and I still think of you every day. I earn a living now. I could give you a child. We could have a home and a life together. You'd make the best mother. I miss our cats, the bed we slept in, your interior decor. I miss everything and I'm sorry for being so difficult.

You're not perfect either but I'd suffer you at your worst forever and die happy. Life is pale without you and I regret every day since. You told me you moved on. Some day I will have to relent and move on too, but until then, know that my heart still beats for you.

I don't want the rest of the girls in Halifax—I just want you. —Ambivalent Dreamer

We've been on several dates and every time we spend time together I wish with all my might that you will want me to be your girl even though I know you're a lone wolf. You are the reason I am not giving up hope that there are indeed wonderful men out there. You listen to me, you ask questions and you make me feel so damn special. No matter where we end up, my heart will always be grateful to you.
—Grateful Heart In The North End

I came across some old photos of you from your semester abroad and I was momentarily 25 years old again, missing you desperately even though you weren't technically mine to miss. —Almost 28

One day, when the stars are all perfectly placed in the sky, a girl who gets butterflies in your presence, lost in your eyes and tongue-tied by your smile, who would be happy just to listen to you talk, and play with your hair and feed you honey and tangerines, will find you (again) and be free to love you for a thousand lifetimes. If you can be my thunderbolt...you can be someone else's. I can be at secret peace with that.  –Hey hey hey

To the girl studying in the Starbucks on Saturday night. I couldn't help but overhear the long phone conversation you were having with your friend about you and your boyfriend breaking up. You mentioned that it was the weekend right before your Monday exam, and that you had talked about looking forward to seeing him at Christmas. My heart went out to you for dealing with a breakup during your exams and right before Christmas. I hope you get all the TLC you need from friends and family when you get home over the holidays. —You’ll Get Through This

Everything is terrible and it's mostly your fault. You make everything difficult. But it doesn't matter. I want everything we talked about. I love you more than anything. —Foxy

I've never written into an exalted alt paper about a mere boy. I've naught felt that inspired. Actually there's quite a bit I haven't felt before that I am currently experiencing with a single human. How bizarre and lovely. To the folk trudging through drudgery: keep at it a bit longer cause I'll bet there exists out there a rainy alcove, biding to release its divine onto you too. —Plucky and Cursed Alongside Ya