{"id":159,"date":"2014-10-24T04:18:36","date_gmt":"2014-10-24T04:18:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/dear-jim-2\/"},"modified":"2014-10-24T04:18:36","modified_gmt":"2014-10-24T04:18:36","slug":"dear-jim-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/dear-jim-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Dear Jim"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I don&#8217;t know what to do since you left me here, alone and afraid.<br \/>\nYou were the love of my live, and I was your little girl.<br \/>\nThe latin girl and the cute american boy&#8230; remember that?<br \/>\nI wanna come back to the days in the park trailer singing George Gershwin and dancing bachata. It was easy and beautiful.<br \/>\nI love you, and I&#8217;m still hearing your voice when you whispered &#8220;hey baby, wake up, you are in love with a dying man&#8221; and I laughed, because it was so true. You were ready for it, but I wasn&#8217;t. I&#8217;m not ready yet!<br \/>\nI will come back to San Salvador and I will pretend that you never exist.<br \/>\nI love you forever.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I don&#8217;t know what to do since you left me here, alone and afraid. You were the love of my live, and I was your little girl. The latin girl and the cute american boy&#8230; remember that? I wanna come back to the days in the park trailer singing George Gershwin and dancing bachata. It [&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-159","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\/159","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=159"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/159\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=159"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=159"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=159"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}