{"id":104,"date":"2014-07-26T05:02:53","date_gmt":"2014-07-26T05:02:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/dear-micheal\/"},"modified":"2014-07-26T05:02:53","modified_gmt":"2014-07-26T05:02:53","slug":"dear-micheal","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/dear-micheal\/","title":{"rendered":"Dear Micheal"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I don&#8217;t know where you are right now. Probably you aren&#8217;t even in Heaven. I don&#8217;t know. You were my closest friend when we were children. And I miss you. I bet if you saw me now you wouldn&#8217;t recognize me. You wouldn&#8217;t realize that the girl with dead eyes and chapped lips and blue hands was the girl you used to whisper words of love to. It&#8217;s okay I wouldn&#8217;t have recognized me either.<\/p>\n<p>If you saw the scars tainted on my thighs when I was 12, those were for you. Those marks were for you because I loved you so fucking much and you were just gone. You left and I&#8217;m still here. Maybe I&#8217;ll join you one day. Maybe not. But oh God, Micheal do I miss you.<\/p>\n<p>I miss your laugh and the way that eyebrows would scrunch at me. And the way your eyes would light up upon seeing me. <\/p>\n<p>I miss the way you held my hand and told me that it&#8217;ll all be alright the most.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I don&#8217;t know where you are right now. Probably you aren&#8217;t even in Heaven. I don&#8217;t know. You were my closest friend when we were children. And I miss you. I bet if you saw me now you wouldn&#8217;t recognize me. You wouldn&#8217;t realize that the girl with dead eyes and chapped lips and blue [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":0,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-104","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-love-letters"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/104","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=104"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/104\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=104"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=104"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=104"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}