{"id":395,"date":"2015-10-12T04:17:33","date_gmt":"2015-10-12T04:17:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/hey-big-brother\/"},"modified":"2015-10-12T04:17:33","modified_gmt":"2015-10-12T04:17:33","slug":"hey-big-brother","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/hey-big-brother\/","title":{"rendered":"Hey Big Brother"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve been writing you a journal of letters, and when I read that book it made me feel less crazy for doing so. I don&#8217;t really know how to feel anymore, Andrew. I&#8217;m so sad and angry and numb all at the same time, not to mention scared. It&#8217;s been two weeks without you, almost 3. I love you, Andrew. Even if wasn&#8217;t enough to make you stay, you were my Big Brother. I hope you&#8217;ve found your happiness, and I hope you&#8217;ll help me find mine. You still owe me a dance, Brother. I promise I&#8217;ll always save you one, even if I look like a freak for dancing with an invisible partner. I promise to take good care of your jacket. I promise to text a friend if I want to hurt myself, since I can no longer text you. Most of all, I promise that you will always be my Big Brother.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve been writing you a journal of letters, and when I read that book it made me feel less crazy for doing so. I don&#8217;t really know how to feel anymore, Andrew. I&#8217;m so sad and angry and numb all at the same time, not to mention scared. It&#8217;s been two weeks without you, almost [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":0,"featured_media":396,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-395","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-love-letters"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/395","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=395"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/395\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/396"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=395"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=395"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=395"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}