{"id":207,"date":"2016-11-20T14:09:13","date_gmt":"2016-11-20T14:09:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/agirlthatgaveashit.com\/?p=207"},"modified":"2016-11-20T14:09:13","modified_gmt":"2016-11-20T14:09:13","slug":"sorrow","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/agirlthatgaveashit.com\/?p=207","title":{"rendered":"Sorrow"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I woke up to a dream about you with such sorrow. I was trying to get a new cell phone and apparently I was still on your plan and the sprint lady wouldn&#8217;t help me because I wasn&#8217;t authorized on your account. Then suddenly I was having lunch out with someone we both knew in TX. I was inquiring about you and found out that you had started a construction business out there and it was doing well. I was telling the man I was with how I still miss you every day. He was trying to tell me you were great and happy and successful, and then he said to me &#8220;he loved you&#8221;. It was something to the effect of I need to leave you alone but the words &#8220;he loved you&#8221; were so loud and so profound and this is where I lost it. I remember my brain was trying to figure out a way to get him to lead me to you. I was desperate. I was crying and he was like &#8220;are you sure you want to order dessert?&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>and then I woke up. Tears in my eyes, choking back the sobbing and I&#8217;m left with this hole, this emptiness, this aching and no way to make it stop.<\/p>\n<p>Where are you? Why haven&#8217;t you come for me? If you don&#8217;t feel the same then why am I so unable to move on? Something keeps pulling me back. Am I just crazy? Is there really no connection between us?<\/p>\n<p>I love you and I let you go.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I woke up to a dream about you with such sorrow. I was trying to get a new cell phone and apparently I was still on your plan and the sprint lady wouldn&rsquo;t help me because I wasn&rsquo;t authorized on your account. Then suddenly I was having lunch out with someone we both knew in [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-207","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/agirlthatgaveashit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/207","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/agirlthatgaveashit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/agirlthatgaveashit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/agirlthatgaveashit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/agirlthatgaveashit.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=207"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/agirlthatgaveashit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/207\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":208,"href":"https:\/\/agirlthatgaveashit.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/207\/revisions\/208"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/agirlthatgaveashit.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=207"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/agirlthatgaveashit.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=207"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/agirlthatgaveashit.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=207"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}