loving<\/span> you was like going to a show,<\/span> loving<\/span> you was the sound of my name,<\/span> and<\/span> you, my effervescent umbrella.<\/span> loving<\/span> you was watching my favorite flower die,<\/span> and<\/span> believing you were my gift from God above.<\/span> and<\/span> it was like hearing the ump say\u202f\u201cthird strike\u201d.<\/span> <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" by Stephanie Hedgespeth loving you was like going to a show, and hearing my favorite song. loving you was like fourth grade, sitting alone on the playground, and finally someone asked me to tag along. loving you was the sound of my name, and how much more I loved myself when it slid off of your tongue. loving you was sitting in the middle seat of your Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":33,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"template-full-width.php","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-98","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/15-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/98","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/15-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/15-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/15-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/33"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/15-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=98"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/15-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/98\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":538,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/15-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/98\/revisions\/538"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/15-1\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=98"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
<\/span>and<\/span> hearing my favorite song.<\/span>
<\/span>loving<\/span> you was like fourth grade, sitting alone on the playground,<\/span>
<\/span>and<\/span> finally someone asked me to tag along.<\/span> <\/span><\/p>
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<\/span>and<\/span> how much more I loved myself when it slid off of your tongue.<\/span>
<\/span>loving<\/span> you was sitting in the middle seat of your truck,<\/span>
<\/span>and<\/span> all of the private duets we sung.<\/span>
<\/span>loving<\/span> you was like rain on a <\/span>thursday<\/span>,<\/span> <\/span><\/p>
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<\/span>loving<\/span> you was the time I dragged you to go see my favorite movie,<\/span>
<\/span>and<\/span> you teased that you could be the Edward to my clumsy Bella.<\/span>
<\/span>loving<\/span> you was tears streaming endlessly down my face,<\/span>
<\/span>and<\/span> wondering what it was like to be enough.<\/span> <\/span><\/p>
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<\/span>and<\/span> <\/span>still believing<\/span> in its life although you called my bluff.<\/span>
<\/span>loving<\/span> you was finding the other part of myself,<\/span>
<\/span>and<\/span> losing myself in the strength of my true first love.<\/span>
<\/span>loving<\/span> you was loving myself because you loved me,<\/span> <\/span><\/p>
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<\/span>loving<\/span> you was turning the worst shades of green,<\/span>
<\/span>and<\/span> praying and wishing you wouldn\u2019t find someone better.<\/span>
<\/span>loving<\/span> you was pouring my heart out to you,<\/span>
<\/span>and<\/span> receiving in turn, a simple\u202f\u201cwhatever\u201d.<\/span>
<\/span>loving<\/span> you was losing myself,<\/span>
<\/span>and<\/span> not even caring enough about myself to realize.<\/span>
<\/span>loving<\/span> you was everything that mattered to me,<\/span>
<\/span>and<\/span> losing you was the worst surprise.<\/span>
<\/span>loving<\/span> you was learning what it\u2019s like to have your heart shatter,<\/span> <\/span><\/p>
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<\/span>loving<\/span> you was leaping out of the airplane,<\/span>
<\/span>and<\/span> believing that it would all be okay in the end.<\/span>
<\/span>but<\/span> that parachute didn\u2019t deploy.<\/span>
<\/span>and<\/span> it seems I\u2019ve lost my best friend.<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n