Dear Abbey

Dear Abbey,

What the fuck am I doing?

Dear Abby

Dear Abby,

How do you spell your name, darling? Abbey, Abby, Abbie? Oh, well, that's not important. I'm writing to let you know that I do this thing with friends every once in a while, and it's something that I think is kind of fun but doesn't really do it for me. However, my best friend seems to really enjoy it, so I'm still doing it. She's already said I didn't have to, but I'm mostly staying because I want to hang out with her if I have the opportunity, plus I might be a little jealous. (Truth be told, I actually do enjoy it sometimes, too, so it's not just that.)

Forever yours,

Conflicted

P. S.

How bad are little white lies?

Dearest Abbey

Dear Abigail:

Recently, I came to the conclusion that I somehow managed to accidentally give my heart to my best friend. It's not really romantic or anything, but I'm pretty sure she's my first real 'love'. I want my heart back, seeing as I wasn't done with it, but at least I know it's in safe hands.

Sincerely,

Missing: One Heart