A year and a half of my life has been spent chasing you like a puppy. You've got me on a tight leash without the slightest bit of slack. I've spent some of the hardest moments of my life with you, you drive me crazy... not always in a bad way, sometimes in a good way, like the way you bite my lip and look up at me with those two big blue eyes with the sunflower in the middle. Gosh, I love you. Every ounce of heartache you put me through is SO worth the snuggles and kisses I get the next day. Don't ever leave. I need you just as much as you need me. —Cutie Boots

I was on my way to write my beginners, stopped to get bus tickets and on the way out of the store you stopped to pick up a penny. I commented how you were now destined for a lucky day---you promptly handed it to me and said "Now you can have a lucky day." Thank you! I passed the test with only one wrong answer. —Soon-To-Be-Driver With Luck

To the woman who called the police when she witnessed a man physically abusing his kids on Monday Aug 20 on a north end sidewalk---THANK YOU for caring and getting involved. We've long suspected this creep's violence towards the children but it was our word against his and there was nothing we could do. Now we have a witness and a police report and we might just save those kids from him yet. My eternal gratitude to you. P.S. The kids are OK now, your phone call made a big difference in the lives of that family. Thank you so very much. —Grateful For a Stranger's Caring

I would have 100 more to save my freedom and prevent an unwanted child. I wouldn't even think twice. Ladies, don't listen to the people who say you will regret it forever. You really, really, really won't. Don't feel guilty for wanting more out of life. —The Best Decision I Ever Made

To the pretty female clerk who spoke to me so nicely on Saturday: thanks. Your words made my day. Yes, I do walk around the city quite a bit. I do live in the Hydrostone. It was nice to not be bugged or hassled, something that has happened to me far too much on that street. Small gestures mean a lot to me. Thanks again. —mgp

I lived in the Halifax area for my whole life until moving away for work just under two years ago. Reading The Coast online really keeps me connected and I can't wait to move back as soon as possible. Try not to complain too much about this wonderful city. There is no place like home. —Haligonian 4 Ever

You are the coolest chick I've met in a long time. I can't believe I had such a great time sitting on your couch eating Milk Duds/popcorn, having a few drinks, and watching Jem cartoons. I just wish those other people weren't there so I could've gotten to know you better. I even liked your dog and I'm not normally an animal guy. Can't wait to see you again Mrs. Z. —You Had Me At Hello

When I am alone in my room recuperating from being lashed out at by my partner, I listen to the blues. The lyrics, the rhythm and the clarity of the musical instruments. I then go down to a bar downtown which is noted for the blues and I listen to the blues across the street. I see many awesome bikers coming and going and I let myself go, I get all hot and bothered inside. You see, I do not have a very good home life. I am always on the stumbling block. I cannot tell you about it because you would never believe me anyways. There is just somehing about letting the sound of the blues into your heart. One of my favourite blues song is, "These arms of mine are yearning just to hold you. These arms of mine are just burning for you. These arms of mine are just wanting to hold you. Please let my arms hold you." As the slowness and the softness of that song plays, I forget all my troubles and I am IMAGINING that I am holding a special biker so close that I can feel his heart pounding against mine. To feel his beard rub against my face. To feel the strength from his body. Then when the song is over I come back to reality and I am sad again. You see I never ever got to hold a biker and I probably never will because I am not good enough for a biker. BUT in my mind, nobody can stop me from listening to the blues with an awesome biker in my arms. —Women Bleed

To the bus rriver of the number one on Sunday morning: You saw me running and stopped at the next stop and patiently waited for me to run almost an entire block to get to you. I was nowhere near the bus stop and yet you waited. You made my entire day and I told you that you rocked but it didn't seem quite enough. Thanks for being so gracious and considerate of my last-minute ways!!! Bus drivers like you are what make riding public transit an enjoyable experience. So thanks again Mr. Bus Driver, you rock my socks off. —Desperate Pink Runner

Sometimes your friends, are not too friend-like. You we're definitely a pick-me-up after a pretty unsuccessful night at Glow in the Dark Bingo. While my group was busy discussing plans without me, you came over and made me enjoy a night that was all but lost. The world deserves more people like you. —Daring Dauber