{"id":439,"date":"2015-11-17T02:45:31","date_gmt":"2015-11-17T02:45:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/dear-jamie\/"},"modified":"2015-11-17T02:45:31","modified_gmt":"2015-11-17T02:45:31","slug":"dear-jamie","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/dear-jamie\/","title":{"rendered":"Dear Jamie"},"content":{"rendered":"

It’s been 129 days without you, and it kind of sucks. Life sucks. <\/p>\n

I’ve been thinking lately about how this could have been different. Like, maybe if I had more experience with loss and death and heartbreak, then losing you wouldn’t have hurt so much. Wouldn’t still hurt so much. But, who knows. Maybe it still hurts even after going through it millions of times. <\/p>\n

I read “Love Letters to the Dead” because I thought it’d be something we’d make fun of after, but honestly, it’s pretty good. I can’t remember the last time I read a book. <\/p>\n

Anyways, wherever you are, if you get the chance , I suggest reading the book. It’s a lot different than one would expect.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

It’s been 129 days without you, and it kind of sucks. Life sucks. I’ve been thinking lately about how this could have been different. Like, maybe if I had more experience with loss and death and heartbreak, then losing you wouldn’t have hurt so much. Wouldn’t still hurt so much. But, who knows. Maybe it […]<\/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-439","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\/439","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=439"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/439\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=439"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=439"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=439"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}