JCU Love Letters 2.0

#6229 I thought that to be loved is to been seen and understood ,yet you see me truly more than anyone else and you understand me yet I feel no love for me from you. Why

#6228 To the 2nd year Egyptian in vet. You’re so hot.

#6227 You're excused

#6226 What’s a white boy gotta do to get a Latina around here, 6’1 fart smeller btw

#6225 To the girl in pharmacy with the blue Snoopy tote bag, Your smile could brighten the entire uni. We’ve never really met, but I’ve admired you from afar for a while now, and somehow you’ve stayed on my mind more than you probably realize. And your long black hair honestly looks unreal — like something straight out of a shampoo commercial.

#6224 I know we don’t talk anymore, but I miss you so much. It’s been months since we broke up and for some reason I still can’t get you out of my head. I’ve tried to forget you, I’ve tried so hard. I just hate the fact the you move on so quickly and I’m left reeling over what actually happened. I don’t understand where we had gone wrong.

#6223 Sitting shoulder to shoulder on the water, immersed in this cold sunset evening, the Ross River mired by canopies of gum trees, the sight fills our eyes with what fills our hearts; a classical work of art- rendered visceral through the experience of each other; an art reality. Cicadas call in the time of one-two, like a waltz on this peaceful, quiet evening. A bird silently takes flight, skimming the river, and your gentle, loving hand flys up, skimming my arm. You look from the sunset at me, my heart dilates, widens, warms, as you tell me with your eyes what we will do… your lashes drop halfway, almost as if there were something you were sad to say. It’s not sadness, but deep passion. You move closer, the cold brings us in, your breath is quiet, but you make a restrained, sharp sigh, that speaks a world of longing, a wanting to let go and love, so I move in and you sink your lips into mine. Together we sink, deep into our love- not yours or mine, but ours. Your lips press just enough so they’re always caressed, not overtaken, not gasping for breath, but a lovely kiss that comes from deep inside the heart. Our lips sculpting artwork into each other, our hearts are close, we feel the subtle rhythms in each other’s pace and jam to the beat of our hearts… …We slowly move away, waking up from falling half asleep in this passionate love dream, a meditation, a dreamfast into the other. I give you just one more kiss… and another, then you beat me to the next one I was about to make, and we laugh softly. Holding you here with your head on my shoulder, gazing back at our surroundings as we return to the world. The lights spangled on the gum tree by the bridge is now the brightest source of light we see. Busy car lights snatch our content stare, stolen by their own racing lights, to and fro, one after the other. I say to you how peculiar it is, that we are here, having figured out the answer to life, right here on this platform on the water, while they are just over there, going back and forth like busy ants, dehumanised in their machines, dehumanised being without this answer; of love, and a kiss from the depths of our heart. You go to say something, then slap yourself in pain to get a mozzie. I rub it better and we leave without looking back. - The Wondering Soldier

#6222 happy mother’s day to all the women i’ve called mummy :)

#6221 I wish we never met or you ditched me so you wouldn’t be burdened by me and you could just be happy And so that I never realised that you are all I want but I will never be good enough for you or someone like you

#6220 anyone know any hot lesbians?