{"id":9932,"date":"2015-06-13T16:56:46","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T20:56:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=9932"},"modified":"2015-06-13T16:56:46","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T20:56:46","slug":"love-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/love-4\/","title":{"rendered":"Love"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\">Another part of this life is finding someone else to love who can do you no harm and sends you love poems and gifts as meaningless as a prize from a Cracker Jack box. Perhaps the gift costs more money and is needed. Do prizes come with Cracker Jack now? Who loves me, not a cat or a dog. I have neither, just a pair of stuffed turtles, one beige, one brown. One is Sandy, the other Coco.\u00a0Both sit on top of a bookcase glancing across my apartment seeing the clutter and even worse. These were meaningless gifts from someone I love. He loves me, too, but we live apart, never see one another, seldom speak. One year for Valentine\u2019s day he sent me a strawberry cheesecake from Junior\u2019s, but I was seriously trying to lose weight and I could not keep it in my home, called and gave it to a family who had no such qualms and could enjoy it. Alone, I would have had it all to myself, the greedy, needy child. Last year I received an Easter lily which I liked. This year he sent me a camera for Easter. I never asked for it. Two months later the box is opened, but I have not even tried to use it. I never had a visual gift. Do these gifts mean he loves me? I don\u2019t know if I love him or his gifts.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0 Another part of this life is finding someone else to love who can do you no harm and sends you love poems and gifts as meaningless as a prize from a Cracker Jack box. Perhaps the gift costs more money and is needed. Do&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":180,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9932","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9932","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\/180"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9932"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9932\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9960,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9932\/revisions\/9960"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9932"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9932"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9932"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}