{"id":611,"date":"2016-03-09T15:00:43","date_gmt":"2016-03-09T15:00:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/dear-audrey-hepburn\/"},"modified":"2016-03-09T15:00:43","modified_gmt":"2016-03-09T15:00:43","slug":"dear-audrey-hepburn","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/dear-audrey-hepburn\/","title":{"rendered":"Dear Audrey Hepburn"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The more I know things about you, the more I would like to know you. You are my inspiration. I would like to be, like you were. Sometimes I just feel lost and really sad, eventhough I realise that there is no reason to be unhappy. And then I think about you. How you were always so gentle and polite, nice to everyone who needed your help. I absolutely admire your big and brave heart.<br \/>\nNowadays I feel a bit empty and I&#8217;m really angry on myself. I just want to cry or run away, although I have absolutely amazing people around. And that makes me sad again.<br \/>\nI would love if you could tell me your secret, tell me how to be brave, happy, successful a what is more important confident. I know this is impossible, so I will try and try to find out, how to  be happy. But trust me, you still be the person who motivates me the most to try my best.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The more I know things about you, the more I would like to know you. You are my inspiration. I would like to be, like you were. Sometimes I just feel lost and really sad, eventhough I realise that there is no reason to be unhappy. And then I think about you. How you were [&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-611","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\/611","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=611"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/611\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=611"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=611"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=611"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}