I am hypnotised by the sight of cold, filthy, sparkling snowbank meltwater running across the SG sidewalk, roaring over the edge of the curb like a tiny waterfall, and tearing along the street like an end-of-winter freshet to gurgle down a rusty storm sewer. Sweet sight! —Do I Mind Dirty, Salty Puddle Splashes On My Jeans? Nahhh

Did you order my vegan (what) dinner, did your brother show up, and then did i totally pass up a golden oppurtunity to talk to you at coburg the very next day? Woe is me - please show up again, i think i need you —the worst customer/law student/ever

Thanks to the red-headed Aussie for waiting -- and pretending you weren't -- while I backed into my Chebucto driveway during rush hour. I was flustered and kept screwing up because an asshole almost hit me. I honked, he jumped OUT OF HIS CAR to scream at me. Terrifying. Your calm presence helped a lot. —Honda Fit

[Image-2] I’m going to miss Halifax. I’ll miss the view of the ocean, the fog, the rain, the hurricane winds in September, the seaspray, the jellyfish, the cold beaches, the warm lakes, the taste of lobster and beer and mackerel; I’ll miss the bare hill of the Citadel, I’ll miss dreaming that maybe one day they’ll finally plant trees on it; I’m going to miss stupid biking rules, fighting my way through traffic, angry drivers, kind drivers; I’ll miss the market on Saturdays, knowing I always have a choice between hiding away in a corner to read a book, or spending a very social day chatting out with friends drinking cider; I’ll miss the uniqueness of some spots: that one venue to dance to good music, that one bar to drink decent wine, that one place to have decent Indian food, the familiarity of it all, knowing it’s always there and it never changes; I’ll miss people saying: “you have an accent, where are you from” and seeing their blank faces after I say: “You have an accent too! But a Canadian one, of course”; I’m going to miss people’s friendly faces, the friendly and genuine “hello, how are you doing” and the fake and automatic “hello-how-are-you-doing-good-thank-you”; I’ll miss drunken chatty old men speaking their heart out in random bars; I’ll miss moving often, the slumlords, the student house parties, the houses in the North End with their special names, the open mics, the hipster-only “closed” mics; I’ll miss the beer; I’ll miss watching international food restaurants close because they don’t serve burgers; I’ll miss out navigating the awkwardness of making Nova Scotian friendships, beyond small talk; and I’ll miss one of the most unique things about this place: the proximity to nature, the beauty of biking to a lake in 20mins, dipping deep into the murky endless brown of flooded quarries when you forget, for a moment, where you are, all the while becoming a reason to remember… —localimmigrant

To the purple haired girl with the green canvas bookbag who is always on the 60, your head bopping and unprompted but infectious and endearing smile lights up my world every time I see you. Whether your reading a weird book about witches or your preferred national geographic, you look so open I just want to hug the shit out of you. I hope someone is loving you, and life is as great to you as your smile is to me. —Admirer, NOT stalker

After meeting you at HSSC registration, I did this thing I sometimes do where I make my best friend cringe by dragging out a really awful joke way further than it should have gone. This time, it was about how you and I were in love, evidenced by the fact that you (an employee) had talked to me (a registrant) so much (as if that wasn't your job). Because I am relentless and have a very good memory, I still bring it up occasionally, usually after seeing your handsome face out and about. She still finds it irritating and I still find that amusing. Anyway, our paths crossed again last night and, good god, you are even better than I imagined—honest, witty, border-lining on too forward. I find you absolutely intoxicating, and—while I do plan on respecting your seemingly complex and unique relationship status—I can't help but look forward to running into you again. —Brown Eyes

Hello my love, it's New York here. I miss you everyday, think of you often. I wait endlessly until you come visit my little Island. Hope to see you soon. Remember what I told you make sure you find balance in your life. Miss you. —Brooklyn Girl

There is no denying it. We all want to be the “cool” girlfriend. You know, the “wants you but doesn’t need you” girl - that does her own thing, that doesn’t rely on you, that never gets jealous. How desperately we want to be the girl that his friends attach adjectives like “chill” or “cool” to when brought up in conversation between beer pong and fist pumping. Cool girlfriends are afraid to ask for what they want from a man. Whether it’s commitment, affection or more time, asking is really fucking hard. So we don’t. We don’t want to be controlling or needy, so we deny ourselves the things that we want and need. We swallow our insecurities, we let the things that bother us roll of our shoulders. We do this in the name of self reliance (coolness), and in the process, we throw away the real possibility of co-dependence. We give away the possibility of real love. This is the paradox. Girlfriends who are really cool, ask. If you want to be a cool girlfriend, you have to ask for what you want. Actually, you have to do more than ask. You have to BECOME SOMEONE WHO ASKS. It is easy. Set standards for yourself and never settle for less than them. If you become someone who asks for what they want, eventually you’ll find someone who doesn’t need you to. —Lindsay Proudfoot

I can't imagine this note will be posted before or through the long weekend so, this may be a “remember when” post. Thanks for the pretty smile this morning. No, I wasn't staring at your braces, I was curious about the missing bracket on your tooth. It struck me odd to see a pretty row of metal with a gap. Shrug. I hope the Easter bunny finds (found) you down in the south shore. Enjoy the long weekend and I hope we cross paths with each other again. You seemed really nice. —Mr. 6th to Ms. 3rd

You always approach me and talk to me whenever we run into each other. You are always so friendly and kind. I am afraid I have not been as encouraging as I should? I hope to change that and I hope you keep on talking to me because you're lovely. Let's hang out? —I should probably say this in person