Tip: Every Time You Write A Letter To Someone You Hate, End It With “yours Not Yours, ____” Just

“i dream for the day you give me your heart, because i will hold it closer than i hold my own.”

- abby

“I miss the person I used to be when I had you.”

“he only saw her light for a fraction of time, yet he would never forget her sunrise.”

- abby

“Even in my dreams, I run to you”

LOVE, DEAR ABBY

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second 🌕

sixth

fourteenth 🌕

thirtieth

LOVE, DEAR ABBY

🌑: “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.”

Even when I’m treated bad, I will continue being good. Because I have a heart of gold, and gold doesn’t rust.

-abby

There’s a statue of you in the gardens of my mind.

KEYCHAIN.

Walking two miles in the night rain, crying, shaking, nervous,

Feeling like Red Riding Hood,

standing on my grandmothers porch, How do I tell her,

her son’s the Big Bad Wolf?

She tells me in public that effort goes both ways,

That I need to try harder,

She knows that he’s made his choice,

That he doesn’t care and that he’s no father,

The fact that in public, she’ll tell me one thing

and in private, something different

It’s all an illusion and smoke screen.

I know that I was never important.

Holding that stupid keychain is proof that I never stopped trying,

So often I try to make plans and he’d put me off every time,

She’d look at me as I cried to her, with her own crocodile tears,

I don’t know how her son being a deadbeat isnt one of her biggest fears.

And so I left with that same keychain, not knowing what to do with it

Maybe I’d throw it in the woods or a lake, but I couldn’t go through with it.

I held onto that thing for a goddamn year and it taunted me every day

Until I eventually found the person it belonged to, the person with whom it was meant to stay,

I had a whole speech ready to recite upon giving him that keychain,

But of course, when it came time to actually do it, I had nothing in my brain.

I stuttered and rushed and mumbled hoping that whatever I said,

Would still carry its meaning and at the very least make sense.

To my surprise he actually cared, and used his words to convey,

How much he loved and was honored that I’d given him the keychain.

Immediately, he hung it up somewhere safe, making me feel like a daughter,

It was then that I realized I had missed out on what it felt like to have a father.

LOVE, DEAR ABBY

“can we go back to normal?”

considering my normal has been fainting in the shower, not being able to breathe, a heart rate of 190, social avoidance, and feelings of hopelessness,

no. no, we can not go ‘back to normal’.