{"id":1360,"date":"2013-07-17T00:45:37","date_gmt":"2013-07-17T04:45:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jarodthornton.com\/bemis3lf\/?p=1360"},"modified":"2013-07-17T00:45:37","modified_gmt":"2013-07-17T04:45:37","slug":"my-favorite-belt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jarodthornton.com\/bemis3lf\/2013\/07\/17\/my-favorite-belt\/","title":{"rendered":"My Favorite Belt"},"content":{"rendered":"

You were \u00a0someone I wanted to be with and no one else. \u00a0I wanted to be with you alone. \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

I wore my favorite belt and my trouble with the belt ended once it was gone with the garbage. \u00a0I regret ever having thrown away my favorite belt for you and your issue. \u00a0It was my favorite belt and nothing more.<\/p>\n

I wanted to make new memories with you. \u00a0There was no dwelling on the past except that which you had.<\/strong><\/p>\n

A box of mementos make for a record of memory that might one day be looked back at with smiles and shared without discourse. \u00a0I don’t think you meant anything by it or really even knew what you did to me. \u00a0All you knew is that box had to go. \u00a0It was your issue, not mine. \u00a0 I let you make it my issue. \u00a0I regret throwing that box away because in doing so I lost more than a box of notes and photos; I lost a little bit of something that we were supposed to put into our own box.<\/p>\n

I never meant to go south with my soul searching and let a thing drag me down.<\/strong><\/p>\n

For every lie told in the failed attempt to gain approval I found myself accused of five that were never so. \u00a0They were never so yet they were so much the truth of where we stood and what we became. \u00a0I regret ever having told a lie to keep from hurting or offending you. \u00a0More-so I regret ever having allowed myself to feel that I needed the type of distrusting and accusing acceptance offered. \u00a0That was where I went astray. \u00a0In the end it was not my fear that became a reality. \u00a0I never spoke a word of anything that became what is now a self-fulfilled prophecy except that I was given my praise.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

You were \u00a0someone I wanted to be with and no one else. \u00a0I wanted to be with you alone. \u00a0 I wore my favorite belt and my trouble with the belt ended once it was gone with the garbage. \u00a0I regret ever having thrown away my favorite belt for you and your issue. \u00a0It was […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1360","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-allowthepoetthis"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jarodthornton.com\/bemis3lf\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1360","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jarodthornton.com\/bemis3lf\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jarodthornton.com\/bemis3lf\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jarodthornton.com\/bemis3lf\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jarodthornton.com\/bemis3lf\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1360"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/jarodthornton.com\/bemis3lf\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1360\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jarodthornton.com\/bemis3lf\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1360"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jarodthornton.com\/bemis3lf\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1360"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jarodthornton.com\/bemis3lf\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1360"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}