{"id":88009,"date":"2021-06-26T09:59:27","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T13:59:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=88009"},"modified":"2021-06-26T09:59:27","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T13:59:27","slug":"the-ending","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/the-ending\/","title":{"rendered":"The Ending"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The Ending<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>A text arrived. &#8220;can we meet tonight?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">rapidly I replied &#8220;Off course, i&#8217;d love to&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I was madly in Love, therefore blinded<\/p>\n<p>with a glowing heart and beaming smile I set off.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;This is my dad&#8221; introducing me on my arrival<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Nice to meet you&#8221;. the first meeting since we started dating<\/p>\n<p>when we entered her house, things were different<\/p>\n<p>no embracing hug or kiss. Still I did not see!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Sitting down next to me, her quietness confused me<\/p>\n<p>No eye contact and a soft voice, &#8220;This isn&#8217;t working out&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>not quite the whole it&#8217;s not you, It&#8217;s me scenario<\/p>\n<p>dumbfounded and devastated. Did i hear that right?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Both of us were adults, yet i felt like a little boy.<\/p>\n<p>Heart broken and fully aware it was over, not a break.<\/p>\n<p>Any other dialogue is a blur, well, my side of the coin<\/p>\n<p>leaving for the last time, she gently pressed a kiss on my Cheek<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Sitting in my car with my head down on the steering wheel<\/p>\n<p>tears freely flowing. I didn&#8217;t move for twenty minutes<\/p>\n<p>it was then I realised, I was so blinded by love<\/p>\n<p>with my guard down, The ending shattered a fragile heart.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Ending &nbsp; A text arrived. &#8220;can we meet tonight?&#8221; rapidly I replied &#8220;Off course, i&#8217;d love to&#8221; I was madly in Love, therefore blinded with a glowing heart and beaming smile I set off. &nbsp; &#8220;This is my dad&#8221; introducing me on my arrival&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1682,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,1136],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-88009","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/88009","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1682"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=88009"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/88009\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":88269,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/88009\/revisions\/88269"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=88009"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=88009"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=88009"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}