A Love Letter

Hi, I go by the pen name ABRE. I started writing when I was eleven—before I even understood what it meant to be in love. Still, I knew how it felt to want something deeply, to ache for closeness, and to be torn by distance. I began stringing together words on loose notebook paper and tucked-away Wattpad drafts, creating whole worlds out of the quietest moments. A glance. A silence. A lie. Somehow, they all became the foundation of stories too heavy to carry alone—so I wrote them down.

What began as a hobby quickly turned into ritual. Writing became the place I returned to when things felt too loud or too empty. It became therapy, ceremony, rebellion. Through my pen, I explore the intimate places love touches—the soft, the thrilling, and the unraveling. My stories don’t just romanticize love—they also uncover the mess of it: the jealousy between friends when one falls for someone they both want, the confusion of being loved by someone who doesn’t know how to show it, the subtle violence of obsession disguised as care.

This space—Book of ABRE—is my offering. Each story is crafted from the very same feelings we’ve all held in secret: the almosts, the regrets, the what-ifs that still keep us up at night. I write because I’ve lived it, or feared I might. And if you’re here, maybe you have too. Welcome.