{"id":379,"date":"2025-05-13T21:05:52","date_gmt":"2025-05-14T03:05:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/?p=379"},"modified":"2025-05-13T21:06:45","modified_gmt":"2025-05-14T03:06:45","slug":"real-love-by-hawna-atwood","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/2025\/05\/13\/real-love-by-hawna-atwood\/","title":{"rendered":"REAL LOVE BY HAWNA ATWOOD"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>She hadn\u2019t known what real love was<br>Not until he smiled at her.<br>He offered his help without her needing to ask<br>He held her as she sobbed during shark week <br>And never laughed when she knew <br>She was being ridiculous.<br>She would have been embarrassed later<br>for such an outburst <br>but not with him.<br> <br>He supported her dreams and never belittled<br>Never doubted what she could accomplish.<br>They dreamed together, hoped together, loved together.<br>They mourned together, cried together, healed together.<br>This is what love was meant to be.<br> <br>It was hard to remember sometimes <br>That this love was unconditional<br>Every time she feared he would leave<br>That he had finally had enough of her <br>That she would be too much<br> <br>He would give a small smile and hold her close <br>Making sure she knew she wasn\u2019t alone anymore.<br>He was here. He was real. He was staying. <br> <br>&#8220;That can\u2019t eat, can\u2019t sleep, reach for the stars,<br>Over the fence, world series kind of love&#8221;<br>She had found it, she was keeping it<br>Forever and Always<br>In this life and any other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>She hadn\u2019t known what real love wasNot until he smiled at her.He offered his help without her needing to askHe held her as she sobbed during shark week And never <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/2025\/05\/13\/real-love-by-hawna-atwood\/\">Continue Reading &rarr;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":449,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-379","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/379","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/449"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=379"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/379\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":386,"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/379\/revisions\/386"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=379"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=379"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sites.ulethbridge.ca\/the-write-stuff\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=379"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}