I love the way you look every morning after an 11km bike ride. Then even more when you get home all hot and sweaty. You have beautiful eye lashes and an addictive smile. I love your iTunes account and that App you always play. I really loved the all-you-can-eat mussels on Tuesday too. Your hair is amazing, even though you cut it twice a month. I love your old Misfits pillowcase and the brand new comfy pillow it covers. I love your new mountain bike and the way it matches gravy from the chicken place I love. I love your wallet and CD collection. I love that only you can touch your records. I don't love hornets and how one got into your helmet and stung the shit out of you several times. I love your Nike sneakers and the kids that made them for you. I love the engagement ring you bought even though it looks stupid. I love you, —Nukka

You're handsome, I'm beautiful. Let's get together —Nerd lover

I had just gotten on the bus, put $2.25 in the box, only to be informed the toll had just been raised another 25 cents.. I didnt have another cent on me. After asking the bus if anyone had a quarter, and getting blank stares all around, you asked if I had change for a toonie. I told you I didnt. Thank you for your generosity in giving me your toonie. I know you didnt have much, and I felt terrible taking it. But thank you so much, I truely appreciate it. My day had been absolutely terrible until then. I'll be paying it forward the first chance I get :) —Girl on the bus

It was Monday Sept 30th. We were both picking up some boneless, skinless chicken breast. You pointed out the bigger deal to me...and I was so taken with you that I barely registered what you had said. So many things to say came to mind later like "I make a mean stir-fry" or something...anything. In any event you had so much chicken there that you must be cooking for more than one so it's certainly possible you might have simply been trying to be helpful...but if that's not it then I apologize for not saying more. You were naturally beautiful and made a pink-ish sweater, and tight jeans, look like a runway display. I am normally a pretty confident guy but you stole my ability to speak. I saw your mouth moving but all I could think was "wow she looks great"...It was a "Homer Simpson" moment...

I know you had a big night of chicken cooking planned and I hope it went well.

Thanks for the assist, the world is a better place simply by having you in it. —Stunned Chicken Shopper

H~ happiness on the faces of the people walking home through the commons on a sunny Friday afternoon.
A~ all of the beautiful lakes and beaches that that you hold protected in your boundaries.
L~ laughter drifting up from the patio's on Argyle Street; even as autumn sets in, the contentment spreads all through downtown
I~ independence of shops and restaurants, boutiques and cafes; treating people right, the local-loving way
F~ freedom to canoe on the arm, skate on the oval, walk on the waterfront or bike in Point Pleasant
A~ appreciation for all the festivals, events, music and entertainment that keep the people of this city youthful and bright
X~ exact moment I realized the magnificence of this little city: the minute I called you my home. —Smiling Samaritan

I just want to apologize to you for my abruptness with you in late August at the hospital. When you came in and asked if it was OK to clean I replied "No, it's not. This is not a good time." How could you have known that my beloved family member had literally just died the minute before? Anyway, I have been thinking of you and I wanted you to know that my abruptness was a reflection on me, not you. —Grief is no excuse

darling, you deserve all the love.
you are unique, special and such an individual
others don't matter, you stick to your own beat
you are who I am
I am slowly becoming
—du bist mich

To the beautiful employee of a certain Farm Market in Alderney Landing, thank you for the warm smile you passed my way as I was picking up some ginger beer on my way home Saturday afternoon. It brightened, what had up until that point been, far too philosophical a day. —Now wondering if...

To the owners of Prince, thank you for letting him out. My dad died. A beautiful animal loving man, far too young. I've been cleaning out his belongings, mostly poems and letters. On two occasions, in the last two months, reality set in. It took the form of my shoulders falling, my chest becoming an empty cave, the feeling of sinking into tangible aching. He's gone. Both of these occasions, Prince unhesitatingly let himself in, pressed against me, and climbed into my lap. The first I laughed at the insanity of considering it wasn't a coincidence. Tonight, I can't. He just saved a piece of me. —Only Alone In Appearance

I love my neighbors, I live in the north end, not the trendy, or scary north end... but right by the McKay. I locked my self out, but out onto my 2nd story tiny deck at 715pm. I was there for 40 min B4 you walked by, my neighbor in shining armour. You took about an hr trying my building super, calling my family, and bringing me tools finally ending with a ladder. Thank you so much. —my neighbor in shining armour with a ladder