{"id":233,"date":"2004-08-29T02:24:00","date_gmt":"2004-08-29T02:24:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/2004\/08\/29\/ce-que-je-dis-ce-que-tu-ne-vas-jamais-ecouter\/"},"modified":"2004-08-29T02:24:00","modified_gmt":"2004-08-29T02:24:00","slug":"ce-que-je-dis-ce-que-tu-ne-vas-jamais-ecouter","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/2004\/08\/29\/ce-que-je-dis-ce-que-tu-ne-vas-jamais-ecouter\/","title":{"rendered":"Ce que je dis, ce que tu ne vas jamais \u00e9couter"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>What happened, then? Why did we say goodbye? Why did we think we hated each other? A thousand stories won&#8217;t make up for the damage I never thought I did. I must have hurt you. You must have been sad. I walked out on you, and I couldn&#8217;t care less. However, you have no memories of the pain <span style=\"font-style: italic\">you<\/span> caused. You think it&#8217;s all my fault.<\/p>\n<p>Don&#8217;t you know hearts never look away when love is steadfast?<\/p>\n<p>If you ask me, I was never sure. Maybe my conscious self did not know it, but that part of me which led me to follow that mysterious stranger&#8230; that part knew I hesitated. That part knew this was more of an obsession than it had been love.<\/p>\n<p>I guess I&#8217;m sorry. But stop looking all tough! We&#8217;ll never clean our minds from this black resentment if you run away, screaming there&#8217;s no way back\u2014 that&#8217;s the last thing I need to know! I&#8217;m well aware that I can&#8217;t step back into your arms, that there&#8217;s no way in hell I&#8217;m stepping back&#8230; I just feel I never had a chance to let go of my rage. You don&#8217;t remember anything but your own pain.<\/p>\n<p>You never knew. You may never know. You <span style=\"font-style: italic\">don&#8217;t want to<\/span> know. And as far as I&#8217;m concerned, I may as well leave you with the uncertainty.<\/p>\n<p>After all, it was <span style=\"font-style: italic\">I<\/span> who stepped away so blatantly, right?<br \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>What happened, then? Why did we say goodbye? Why did we think we hated each other? A thousand stories won&#8217;t make up for the damage I never thought I did. I must have hurt you. You must have been sad. I walked out on you, and I couldn&#8217;t care less. However, you have no memories [&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\/233"}],"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=233"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/233\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=233"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=233"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/olaviakite.com\/maianebula\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=233"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}