I was crossing the Green bridge from UQ on Thursday when I saw this piece of paper taped to the hand-rail. It was a note.
Yep, I’ve definitely been there – walking that fine line between sweet and creepy. It’s a pity this Romeo didn’t leave any of his own details – that kind of renders the note redundant. Perhaps the author was not as concerned with getting the girl as with being self-absorbed in his own romantic tragedy?