To the lovely lady who stole a blank engineering exam from the Dalplex today, I think I am in love. Please steal my exam again in the future. —Bleary-eyed Romeo

Thank you for picking me up after the McKay shuttle drove right past me and catching up to it so I could get on! You're the best! —Grateful bus rider

Behind me during cardio, beside me during stretching, and almost into me at the coat section. Had I not been shy, I might have been more than awkward as all hell. —From the brunette woman in black at the downtown gym

Woah, wowow do I ever have some amazing people in my life. You all have contributed to give me such a beautiful, beautiful gift. It's a dream come true! Thank you to my partner for orchestrating it all—you’re the best! I will honour this treasure for as long as I can. Let the music flowww. —Halimusician who's one year older

We met in line while waiting at Willy's for Poutine. You: Donair, and me: Bacon poutine. I showed you mine, you showed me yours. The Penguins won. I got freaked out because my d-bag boyfriend was nearby. He literally showed me during the cab ride home why I should have stayed and talked to you the rest of the night. FUCK! Too late at that point though. Hopefully you see this. —Bacon poutine

By the time I come home I'll have been gone for over 8 months. I miss you, Halifax. I miss your used clothing boutiques, your library, your nightlife, your fro-yo and poutine, your tree-lined streets, and of course your hipsterness. —HaliLover

If you don't like pineapple on your pizza that's cool. If you are of the notable minority that does like pineapple on your pizza, that's cool too. I just want you to be happy. —Garlic Fingers

To the mystery man at a popular downtown Irish pub who anonymously paid our table's bar tab ($130+): A massive thank you! Apparently someone had done that for him one time and so he was paying it forward. Haligonia rocks! —Dartmouth drinker

I saw you standing in the back at the Punk Rock Tribute night at the pub. You are gorgeous, and I love your long brown hair. I tried several times to get to you to talk, but couldn't get away from my friends. I'm the girl who got stuck in the mosh pit. I'm the petite, brown-haired girl with ripped jeans. I turned around and you were gone! I wish I had another opportunity to say hello! —Punk rock lover