In Letting Them Go, You Are Showing Them The Most Love. And In That Love, If It’s Meant To Be, They’ll

love, dear abby...

✎𓂃the pen is mightier than the sword ⚡︎

➵ 21, female, she/her, leo, istp

➵ ask me anything, anytime. i love answering “dear abby,” asks

want me to write something for you?

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QUOTES + POETRY:

➵ 2024: Collection

➵ 2025:

➵ january

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➵ Grey Poem

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➵ Keychain Poem

➵ January list

➵ 2024 Collection

➵ currently writing a book

➵ the loving mother to a handsome black cat and adorable yellow mutt

➵ according to my DNA, i am 108% likely to consume more caffeine than the average person. it’s literally in my blood

DRAWER.

I get the feeling and a strange sense,

that you’re glad that I escaped, that from there I left.

When our towns daily newspaper had talked about me,

I wonder if you bought that edition to see.

I wonder if somewhere you hide a secret drawer,

where you keep your memories and regrets,

Movie tickets, funeral cards,

newspaper clippings, and cassettes.

Do you go through that drawer while sitting on the couch,

The one my mother designed from the catalog?

That couch that has seen you through three marriages now,

The same one your new wife sits on?

I wonder what the difference between us is,

why we are the way that we are,

We don’t have many similarities;

The contrast is so stark.

Your opportunities were boundless,

You could’ve done anything,

your parents were married and owned their home,

you played sports in the spring.

But me, I didn’t have those privileges,

and it’s all because of you,

my childhood I spent bounced back-and-forth,

you divorced when I was two.

Mom raised me independently,

and independent I was raised to be.

Everything I’ve done is no part thanks to you.

Its all been because of me.

But even all these years later,

I know you’ve watched, and listened to the grapevine.

Even after everything that’s happened,

you’ve been proud of me all this time.

I wonder if someday when you’re gone and when I get that call,

I’ll go over to your place, survey, and start to comb through all,

your personal belongings, prized possessions, and some more,

But I wonder more than anything, if I’ll ever find that drawer…

LOVE, DEAR ABBY

tip: every time you write a letter to someone you hate, end it with “yours not yours, ____” just to really make your point.

“without your looming shadow, i can finally shine.”

- abby

“I will never regret you”

🌑: “You said we were your sun and moon. Who’s which?”

✨: “Well, she’s my sun. She brings the light to my life.”

🌒: “Oh, so I just revolve around you?”

✨: “No. You’re there for me even when I can’t see you.”

🌓: “…that’s… wow… …but you know what that makes you?”

✨: “Hmm?”

🌔: “The stars.”

✨: “How so?”

🌕: “You fill the void in between.”

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LOVE, DEAR ABBY

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twelfth

fourteenth ❄️

eighteenth

LOVE, DEAR ABBY

“i don’t know what’s worse: to have lost them, or to have never had them at all…”

“i do. it’s to know which way it was…”

- abby