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I will never beg you to stay
When you and I know you’ll just walk away
I want so badly to talk to you, but have no idea what to even say.
LOVE, DEAR ABBY
Thank you for treating me the way I never knew I was supposed to be treated.
LOVE, DEAR ABBY
I don’t just love the way they love me; I love the way they make me love myself.
- LOVE, DEAR ABBY
“A hero is a person or character who is admired for their courage, achievements, noble qualities, who looks fear in the eyes and doesn’t even blink.”
That is the quote I saw on the wall of my sixth grade students classroom today. I strongly disagree.
All humans have hesitated. It’s instinct. It’s vital. It’s as strong as your heart beating. It is the culmination of thousands of years of survival. Hesitation is a universal experience.
Therefore, a hero always “blinks.” That ‘blink’ is the moment that human beings realize what they are doing. That singular defining moment that changes the gravity of the situation. The exact second that the given circumstances could produce a hero if the right choices are made.
Humans program robots. Robots don’t blink. If a robot were to walk through a path of throwing knives without blinking, would it be a hero? No, of course not. But by the first definition, they technically would be. The reasoning as to why they aren’t? Because the robot faces no repercussions. The robot has no risk. The robot has no real understanding of the danger, nor have they been forced to confront the facts of what they are up against.
That's where we come to our hero blinking. In order to be a hero, you must blink. You must have a moment to see the horrors that all logic would tell to run. Because it’s in that blink that the hero confronts the danger they put themselves in, and pushes forth anyways. That is what makes a hero. To have that shackling sensation of hesitation, and where most others would turn back, they trailblaze on. They trailblaze on anyway.
So here I propose a new definition:
“A hero is a person or character who is admired for their courage, achievements, and noble qualities, who looks fear in the eyes, blinks, and despite facing the world’s darkness, chooses to continue being the world’s light.”
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second 🌕
sixth
fourteenth 🌕
thirtieth
LOVE, DEAR ABBY
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
“if you ever wonder why your friends leave you, you already have your answer:
friends don’t leave you; users do.”
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twenty-sixth — I., II., III.
twenty-seventh — IV., V., VI.
twenty-eighth — VII.
twenty-ninth — VIII.
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.”
“You contradict your claim to have forgetten me when you go to such great lengths to avoid me.”
- 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
“I had a dream that we were together, and everything was ok. Then I turned and looked away, only to discover, it wasn’t you anymore. It was him.”
- abby
“In a place as dark as this, you’re bound to be a light for someone.”
- abby
“If there’s a sun in my solar system, it’s you.”
- abby
“What if I ruin it?”
“What if you don’t?”
- abby