Thank you for the Thursday afternoon flirtation at Dave's F&V. It kept me smiling for hours. You were most likely just there for a few minutes of my life, but you were very cute and I enjoyed watching you walk away. —Just a Girl Shopping for her Veggies

We were together for 5 months but it seemed soo much longer. We were rocky from the start because our communication skills weren't upto par. Also, sending each other mixed signals really messed us up too... we broke it off way to many times for me to count but there was something about each other that made us get back together. We definitely did not end it in good terms but I just wanted to let you know. I still constantly think about you and miss you and want you back, badly. You were my escape from the real life problems, every time I was with you. You definitely made me feel alive. When we broke up for the last time, it really f*cked me up. and I am still hoping you message me and we give it another try because I think I love you. —#minionlover

March 2, I chatted with a really interesting man who came in with a broken finger and frozen veggies. While my friends waited elsewhere we struck up a conversation. You were a paramedic and now a researcher and had me forgetting all about the horrible pain of the IV I needed removed. And when it came time to see the triage nurse, you insisted I go first even though your finger was a lot worse then my arm! You're such a great guy! Thank you for keeping me company and letting me go first! I would love to know how you made out with your finger. I do hope it wasn't too bad. —Xoxo IV Lady at the Dartmouth ER

Yourself and a friend sat in my bar this past Friday night and feverishly worked away catching up on some late school work because of a solid St. Patrick’s night previous. I couldn't stop watching you type away and sip on your beer, we joked and I continued to admire your skill. You both stayed late and I am not one for approaching patrons, but when I realized you had left your scarf I took the opportunity to go for a light jog as you both made your way home. The timing was perfect. You realized you had left it and I showed up with scarf in hand (slightly out of breath, ha!) Had I been smart I would have handed you my number along with it but I hadn't thought that far ahead. I just wanted to return your scarf and catch one last glimpse of that beautiful smile! To end this longer-than-needed note I just wanted to let you know your beauty left a lasting impression and your sincere gratitude made it all worth while...not to mention I had a nice evening run! Should you read this, return a note and maybe we could chat a little longer next time. —Gringo with a Scarf...and a Solid Stride!

Despite the messy love triangle, I had so much fun getting to know you. I knew I wanted to date you as soon as we met and that feeling remains. It sucks that we weren't able to give it a real shot but I do believe its for the best. I also believe we will have another shot at me & you one day.. sans ex-lovers. And it's going to be great. —Disappointed but hopeful

For many reasons this is in no way basic or straightforward. I wouldn't know where to begin if we were to acknowledge it. I imagine an overwhelming and disenchanting conversation and fear those bubbles being popped. But the effect you have on me is beyond my control. I've stopped wresting with it. I nurture what is ignited and just allow the question marks to hang out. A good life is rich in nuance and never tidy. I try to navigate as best I can and hope that time carves out a space for us. —Undeniably Disarmed

Our timing is off and I don't think you are as sure about us as I am. I expect that, by the time you return, all my warm feelings and all my certainty will have congealed into some sort of solid form, unrecognized for what it was and soon unnoticed by me. —Hindsight

To the adorable drive thru girl at the Tim Hortons on Barrington who almost always gives me my coffee, thank you for making my day with your pretty smile. Visors are gross but you make it look good. —a newfound coffee addict

Nighttime at the supermarket. I’m buying nothing but snack food. The cashier cracks a joke, asking me if I’m sure I don’t need eggs or cereal. I launch into a diatribe: Fuck cereal. Cereal isn’t food. I don’t trifle with kibble for people. I turn around to face you. You’re buying three boxes of muesli and a thing of kale. I stutter a bit about how yogurt ALSO isn’t food, but I think I’ve lost you. I’ve thought of you often, breakfast food man. I’ve scanned the faces of far too many white guys and lingered a little too long in the cereal aisle. Alas, no luck. You’re one hot spoonful, muesli dude. —Pyjama-clad snack shopper

Our weird relationship: will-they-won't-they combined with you-don't-want-to-but-I-do and also now-you-want-to-and-I-moved-on. The worst part about everything is how much you matter to me and the fact that, just because we can't be a romantic pairing, we now have to be nothing. I wonder if you hate the way things were punctuated too, or if you're too hurt/angry to miss us or if you're already over it. I have no idea but this ending sucks. —Me