A Love Letter

Hi, I go by the pen name ABRE, and I’d like to warmly welcome you to the book of all books—this sacred journal full of private thoughts now made public secrets. The stories and poems you will find yourself entwined with here were all carefully crafted from raging silence, hurt feelings, and lessons learned from a few too many whirlwind romances that have ended in tragedies of the heart, mind, and spirit.

This space, lovingly designed to unleash the beautiful monster of my own creativity, has become a safe haven. The Book of ABRE is now a cozy corner for those just like myself: the love-starved who find distracting highs in the pleasure of feeding and fulfilling every need and want belonging to the fantasy versions of the loveless beings they cling to.

We come here to feel the pain of losing those people and things we so desperately want, while still allowing ourselves to romanticize the idea of love. Here, we can push past the fear of judgment, humiliation, and shame due to our real-life failures because we both admire and learn from the mistakes and adversities staring directly into the eyes of the lust-drunk, heavy-hearted characters we have every right to love—simply because they aren’t real enough to lose.

So again, welcome! Enjoy your stay in this cozy corner that caters to those seeking both community and confidentiality. Feel free to find yourself in the chaos and cultivate a space in your heart for compassion and confidence that will guide you through your own romantic calamity.