{"id":195,"date":"2004-04-07T04:11:00","date_gmt":"2004-04-07T04:11:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/2004\/04\/07\/longing-2\/"},"modified":"2004-04-07T04:11:00","modified_gmt":"2004-04-07T04:11:00","slug":"longing-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/2004\/04\/07\/longing-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Longing"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Do you remember how I waved when I saw you coming out of the gate in the airport? Have you any idea of how insecure I felt then? Well, let me tell you about it. We hugged, and I&#8217;m sure you remember, because a policeman scolded us for leaving your luggage unattended. However, by then I felt we were old friends, and I was very scared about that. What if your heart had been emptied from the sparks that had always moved it toward me, and therefore I had to remove the sparks that moved me to you and smile at you as friends do? What if distance and time had corroded the bond between us?<\/p>\n<p>We talked. We were still friends. We laughed. We took a cab. I sat beside you, and the moment that followed our sitting there became \u2014believe me\u2014 one of the most decisive and beautiful memories in my life. I took a chance, a risk, I played my wildcard&#8230; and I sent my hand to fetch yours. I don&#8217;t know what I was thiking then, maybe I was too frightened by the possibility of a negative outcome. But when your hand held mine so firmly, and when they touched each other so&#8230; so full of yearning, as if there could never be a better place for them to be than right there on our laps, dancing and kissing in a way we knew we could not&#8230; <em>then<\/em> I knew nothing had changed, and happiness could still reside in my heart, fueled by yours.<\/p>\n<p>My hand is longing for yours again. When will it be back?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Do you remember how I waved when I saw you coming out of the gate in the airport? Have you any idea of how insecure I felt then? Well, let me tell you about it. We hugged, and I&#8217;m sure you remember, because a policeman scolded us for leaving your luggage unattended. However, by then [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/195"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=195"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/195\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=195"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=195"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=195"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}