I look at my family picture from when I was small and there are only two of us left. Death has been generous to me. Mother, father, brothers, sister. Two deaths this year in the span of two months. It's not pity I seek, just an outlet to say what is kept hidden. To those who have lost: celebrate the great memories, cherish those who give you infinite love and support and forgive those who turned away when you needed them. To my family: every day was a gift with you. I continue to be the luckiest KID in the world. To true friends: I cherish you every moment even if I don't say it. To Death: Fuck off... —Bruised But Not Defeated

I swoon when I read all of the Love the Way We Love submissions. You're a beautiful lot and I love that you see and appreciate the good things that surround you. It provokes a warm feeling in my heart to read about your experiences or things you bore witness to that spread even more positivity! It's a precious thing, so keep on lovin' shit. —Lots of Love

To the lady bus driver navigating the #1 from the bridge terminal today around 12:45: you rock for not letting that litterbug jerk on. That will teach him for tossing his milkshake in front of the bus! —Adoring Fan

I have been hard at work for months working on let's call it a "special project" but I could not have done it without my team of loyal followers! I am no longer a lone soldier thanks to my guru professor extrodinaire, or maybe Jordanaires... —I Love You

I'm so sorry I had to put you to sleep. I spent ages trying to find a way to allow you to make your own decision regarding your fate but you're a cat and you can't always tell me exactly what you want. And you were succumbing to lung cancer. And I finally decided I couldn't watch you asphyxiate to death. You were my best friend. It was hard to hold you while you died but I wanted the last thing you ever knew to be that I loved you and was right by your side. You gave me many wonderful years of friendship and happiness. I'll never forget you. I promise I'll take care of the Turnip and Baby Zen. I love you, Rico. —Mommy

I frequently walk the boardwalk and Point Pleasant. (Well over 50 and lucky to be in good health). When I see young and overweight people walking up a sweat, it makes me smile, they are out doing something about their stiuation and I find it uplifting. My hat goes off to all of you. —UR on the Right Path

The panda is a rare creature, slow and self-involved, but oddly magical for the sheer improbability of its existence. The panda is also a solitary creature that keeps to a particular patch of comfortable territory. Forgive the clumsy analogy I'm constructing; my paws are large and unsuited to this kind of delicate, artsy-fartsy labor. I was too preoccupied with my usual activities, foraging for bamboo, et cetera, to notice when you ambled into the boundaries of my territory, and surprised and unused to such company, did my panda best to pretend I didn't care. It's not often that two of the species meet. In captivity, the panda is generally pretty lazy. Remember, a few years ago there was a plan for the use of panda pornography in zoos to stimulate reproduction? So, what I'm trying to say is, what are the words in panda-speak for fuck me? —Panda

You kiss the tears away, you smile at me and say...these are the sweetest words I've ever heard. Funny face believe me, my whole world's wrapped up in you. —Take Me to Your World

You asked me why I was wearing a suit and tie since you couldn't see anyone else wearing one. I should've just told you it's because I'm a playboy philanthropist and don't always know how to fit in... —The God Damn Batman

My life as been hell even more so lately. At certain times, I start feeling sorry for myself then the pity turns into hurt feelings for the way you dropped me. I genuinely care for you in despite of the self hater or sucker I must look like, I miss you terribly. I know you had (I think you still do) feelings for me as well. I know what you were forced to tell me and what you wanted to say to me were pole opposites. You aren't the bad guy you want most people to think you are. Although I am one of them, I know you aren't a bad guy. You've been hurt before, which would explain why you seem to be afraid of falling in love or becoming close to a woman again. I know now, I do believe I deserve to have genuine love in my life, so do you. I need you to know I still care for you. It's been many years since I've been held by a man. My dreams are of you holding me after making loving to me and I actually feel happy. Then I'm reminded of the dark, stark reality of my hell when I awaken. I have tried very hard to erase you from my mind but, the memories of the warm feelings I felt and our laughter while I was with you kept returning. I won't hurt you; you've been hurt so many times in your past. —Is It Too Soon For That Coffee?