{"id":330,"date":"2009-03-24T09:39:08","date_gmt":"2009-03-24T14:39:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/iregret.net\/wp-goodies\/2009\/03\/24\/to-have-signs-of-the-best-parts-of-you\/"},"modified":"2009-03-24T22:44:00","modified_gmt":"2009-03-25T03:44:00","slug":"to-have-signs-of-the-best-parts-of-you","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/iregret.net\/wp-goodies\/2009\/03\/24\/to-have-signs-of-the-best-parts-of-you\/","title":{"rendered":"To have signs of the best parts of you&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>You were miserable to me. The more I loved, tried to be there, the more you needed to hurt me, to cast me off. The drinking, the cheating, the general fucking-up and old-school meanness. Mostly I don&#8217;t think of it or you anymore. But sometimes when I am down or feeling ill, when I am prone to regret or sorrow or negative stuff, you come back and how much I loved you and wanted to help to no avail. But when I&#8217;m stronger there are times too that I want to reach out, to mend things between us, to forgive, believe you&#8217;re capable of being a better man now, give you that chance, that faith, because I need it at times, to have signs of the best parts of you still, now, but I know, as much as I know anything, that you&#8217;d hurt me again, even if it&#8217;s only kindness, simple friendship, respect, traveling to a new place we&#8217;re after. I can&#8217;t contact you, I can&#8217;t allow myself to give you any of me, even my forgiveness. And I regret that more than anything else, even the years I devoted to your brokenness: that it&#8217;s too great a risk to me to show us both something new and hopeful. Yes, I regret that more than anything, that there are some things beyond repair.<\/p>\n<p>Submitted by: A<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>You were miserable to me. The more I loved, tried to be there, the more you needed to hurt me, to cast me off. The drinking, the cheating, the general fucking-up and old-school meanness. Mostly I don&#8217;t think of it or you anymore. But sometimes when I am down or feeling ill, when I am [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-330","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-exs"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/iregret.net\/wp-goodies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/330","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/iregret.net\/wp-goodies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/iregret.net\/wp-goodies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/iregret.net\/wp-goodies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/iregret.net\/wp-goodies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=330"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/iregret.net\/wp-goodies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/330\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/iregret.net\/wp-goodies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=330"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/iregret.net\/wp-goodies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=330"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/iregret.net\/wp-goodies\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=330"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}