{"id":5030,"date":"2019-01-10T22:16:17","date_gmt":"2019-01-10T22:16:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/yumstudio.com.au\/?p=5030"},"modified":"2020-08-08T06:42:51","modified_gmt":"2020-08-08T06:42:51","slug":"forgive-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/yumcreative.yumstudio.com.au\/forgive-me\/","title":{"rendered":"Forgive me."},"content":{"rendered":"\r\n<p>  <\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p>She had written me a card, slipped unseen into my notebook. I found it the next morning as I packed my bag for school. The words stuck with me. Forlorn.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p>That whole day, before each class, I wrote them on the board. So proud my friend could touch my heart. With just words lonely on the page. Profound.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p>On the walk to the bus that afternoon she admitted she found them in a magazine. Wanted to have written them. But felt sad when I had gone on and on about how great she was. I don&#8217;t remember my response. Disappointment?<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p>After school we became housemates. Went to uni together. Shared essays, hitchhiked, cut each others hair. Tried drugs and laughed uncontrollably at how tea-towels bend. Together.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p>I loved her straight hair, her slow smile, the way she held a cigarette. I loved her sense of cool, her wild ideas, her ferocious abandon. Free.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p>Later I heard she was taken by heroin. Back then I didn&#8217;t have the wisdom to see her need to write those words. To show herself forlorn. Forgive me.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p>  <\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p style=\"text-align:center\"><em>&#8216;I have eaten the plums you were saving for breakfast. <\/em><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p style=\"text-align:center\"><em>Forgive me. They were so sweet and cold.&#8217;<\/em><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p style=\"text-align:right\" class=\"has-small-font-size\"><em>Author unknown. Dolly magazine circa 1988.<\/em><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p>   <\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p><\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p>  <\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<p>From Erin with love.<\/p>\r\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>She had written me a card.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":5721,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[39,23,24],"tags":[165,166,167,168,141],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/yumcreative.yumstudio.com.au\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5030"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/yumcreative.yumstudio.com.au\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/yumcreative.yumstudio.com.au\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yumcreative.yumstudio.com.au\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yumcreative.yumstudio.com.au\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5030"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/yumcreative.yumstudio.com.au\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5030\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5515,"href":"https:\/\/yumcreative.yumstudio.com.au\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5030\/revisions\/5515"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yumcreative.yumstudio.com.au\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5721"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/yumcreative.yumstudio.com.au\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5030"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yumcreative.yumstudio.com.au\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5030"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yumcreative.yumstudio.com.au\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5030"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}