{"id":548,"date":"2016-01-31T06:06:23","date_gmt":"2016-01-31T06:06:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/dear-holly\/"},"modified":"2016-01-31T06:06:23","modified_gmt":"2016-01-31T06:06:23","slug":"dear-holly","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/dear-holly\/","title":{"rendered":"Dear Holly"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>You were never really the type to understand the world, me or even yourself. With so much self confliction, you gave into the world. The image the world wanted you to have, and in doing so, you lost yourself.  If you were still here, Brayden would&#8217;ve explained to you the complexity of your love life. you&#8217;d both make up, and live happily ever after. But ever since they found your note, no one has ever been the same. Holly, people called you a doll, and maybe you were outside\/physically, but you also were internally. Restricted by the notion that you were meant to be set as the definition of perfection, but little do they know you were much more&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>You were never really the type to understand the world, me or even yourself. With so much self confliction, you gave into the world. The image the world wanted you to have, and in doing so, you lost yourself. If you were still here, Brayden would&#8217;ve explained to you the complexity of your love life. [&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-548","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\/548","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=548"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/548\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=548"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=548"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=548"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}