Love the Way We Love | Halifax, Nova Scotia | THE COAST
Sunday, February 3, 2013

Posted on Sun, Feb 3, 2013 at 2:24 PM

I applied to where you work, and you said that you'd write on my resume that I had cute hair. You had rockin hair too, and I totally would've asked you out but I got nervous! (Also wasn't sure if you were into other girls). Thanks for the job help and the smiles! PS, get the boots, I broke them in and they're lovely. —A Happy Customer

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Posted on Sat, Feb 2, 2013 at 12:54 PM

With my life crumbling around me,I was too needy. I would've stopped if you told me I was being a bother. I knew you were aware of our situation. Which was why I became childish that you shunned me... I wanted to explain my words and actions. Shame we can't remain friends,... I really like you. I'm envious of your sunny disposition. Thank you for your help. —I Am A Reasonable Person

Friday, February 1, 2013

Posted on Fri, Feb 1, 2013 at 3:39 PM

To the honest soul who found my forgotten Macbook in a Dal classroom and immediately returned it to security: you actually rule. I hope you ride the good karma wave for a very long time to come. Thank you for reinvigorating my faith in humanity. — Absentminded Arts Student

Posted on Fri, Feb 1, 2013 at 1:21 PM

It would have been cool to hear you play 2112 in 2012, but 2013 will have to do. I love you guys. Keep rockin'! —Fan

Posted on Fri, Feb 1, 2013 at 12:04 PM

I let you go.
I'm not writing back.
I don't want anything from you.
When you left, I fell apart but I'm getting stronger.
Happy Birthday.
When I look up at the sky and wish—I only wish you happiness.
Good luck over there.

Posted on Fri, Feb 1, 2013 at 10:21 AM

The memory of our first encounter is stuck looping in my mind. You were tipsily entertaining me. But when I casually grazed your arm, I felt something. I don't know how else to describe it: electrical/chemical/inevitable. I knew we had to be together. Years later it ended coldly and abruptly with a rearing of our pride(s). In a logistical move one afternoon our little family was erased. Sometimes (all-the-times) I close my eyes viciously tight in an attempt to will time travel into existence. In this version, I stay. We figure all the extra shit out, love each other entirely, and go on together. In real life it's been a year since our breakup, and I still care for no one else. Yet, I can't bring myself to talk to you directly about this. Since I'm airing it all here, it is also worth saying that we aren't 'just friends', we're best friends. And we should be together. And I'm still insanely/illogically/defiantly in love with you. And I always will be. — Next Week I'll Try Smoke Signals

Posted on Fri, Feb 1, 2013 at 9:07 AM

Thank you so much to the saint who noticed I left my laptop on the #1 bus, and gave it to the driver for me to frantically pick up later. You are a person of true moral character, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart. If you ever see a large fellow in a green winter jacket, let me know; I owe you a drink. —Scatterbrained College Student

Thursday, January 31, 2013

Posted on Thu, Jan 31, 2013 at 3:39 PM

I am really happy for you, and I realize that our friendship has come to a point where things have changed and we both need to adjust a bit. Know that no matter what, I am not going to give up on us (even if I am a total bitch to you for a week straight because you have totally pissed me off). Like I said before, I can't imagine my life without you. — Okay So I Lied, I'll Be There No Matter What

Posted on Thu, Jan 31, 2013 at 1:56 PM

I was working, you came in for tea. You couldn't speak because you were so sick, so I gave you a cup of tea on the house. You came back in later and stealthily slipped an envelope my way. I opened up a beautiful thank you card with a gift inside. It meant so much to me on a day when I felt my heart shutting down. So thank you for reminding me that the world is full of kindness and I hope you feel better soon! —True Kindness

Posted on Thu, Jan 31, 2013 at 12:04 PM

To the man who was pulling the two teenaged boys on the sleds down South Street last week, you made me smile on an otherwise cold and miserable day. I could not help but wonder how in the world you managed to pull those sweet young men who must have weighed at least 100 lbs each. Best of all was your laugh when they were yelling "mush, mush". A big part of the world is loosing out in life for failing to remain young at heart. It was obvious to me that you don't have that problem. —M.S.