{"id":1556,"date":"2017-06-07T23:34:03","date_gmt":"2017-06-07T17:49:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bijays.com.np\/musicpervs\/?p=1556"},"modified":"2017-06-07T23:41:33","modified_gmt":"2017-06-07T17:56:33","slug":"we-were-two-wounded-soldiers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/bijays.com.np\/musicpervs\/2017\/06\/07\/we-were-two-wounded-soldiers\/","title":{"rendered":"We were two wounded soldiers"},"content":{"rendered":"<span class=\"rt-reading-time\" style=\"display: block;\"><span class=\"rt-label rt-prefix\">Reading Time: <\/span> <span class=\"rt-time\">&lt; 1<\/span> <span class=\"rt-label rt-postfix\">minute<\/span><\/span><p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h2 style=\"text-align: center;\">Can&#8217;t Help Falling In Love With You &#8211; Haley Reinhart<\/h2>\n<p><iframe width=\"500\" height=\"281\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/npwHNcGqueE?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>No matter how many times we went through the inevitable shallow pit of relationship accidents.<\/p>\n<p>Didn&#8217;t really matter how many times we fought over matters small or big; he always came back. He always, always measured his distance to me.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<pre style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>I couldn't thank enough, we found each other.\u00a0<\/strong>\r\n\r\n<strong>After all, we were two wounded soldiers, fighting different wars, then.\r\n\r\n<\/strong><\/pre>\n<p>We <strong>laughed<\/strong>\u00a0like happy kids and many a time <strong>hugged, sobbed; rubbed each other&#8217;s tears<\/strong> too.<\/p>\n<p>We watched the <strong>sunset together<\/strong> more often like a ritual. We <strong>roleplayed <\/strong>and made hilarious videos for the future.<\/p>\n<p>We<strong> traveled<\/strong> hand in hand, foot-to-foot, clicked photographs; we made cheap but <strong>lavish memories together<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p>We <strong>cuddled\u00a0as we slept<\/strong>\u00a0like puppies do.<\/p>\n<p>A little over the edge, we <strong>read<\/strong> to each other \u00a0&#8212;\u00a0these mind-tickling\u00a0poems and would feel beautiful about the present.<\/p>\n<p>We wrote each other <strong>letters<\/strong>\u00a0as if chats, messages and the internet never really existed.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Oh! we<strong> karaoke-ed<\/strong> our favorite songs late at night and our neighbors\u00a0would<strong> generously understand<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p>And like my mom and dad, we too\u00a0<strong>cooked our breakfast, lunch, brunch, and dinner together.<br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>We&#8217;d\u00a0<strong>dance with wines and candles<\/strong>\u00a0like they do in the movies.<\/p>\n<p>We<strong> lived<\/strong>, we <strong>existed<\/strong> for each other like <strong>tomorrow isn&#8217;t promised to us<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p>And <strong>besides my family<\/strong>,\u00a0my <strong>love for what I do<\/strong>, he was <strong>that missing cherry on the top<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p><strong>He is my rock, my rockstar.<\/strong><\/p>\n<pre style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>I couldn't thank enough, we found each other.\u00a0<\/strong>\r\n\r\n<strong>We were two wounded soldiers, fighting different wars.<\/strong><\/pre>\n<p>Life couldn&#8217;t have been this much beautifully vulnerable, this much a delicate without him.<\/p>\n<p>He&#8217;s by far the best thing that happened.<\/p>\n<p><strong>I like him.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>I love him over my life, in my heartbeats.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p><span class=\"rt-reading-time\" style=\"display: block;\"><span class=\"rt-label rt-prefix\">Reading Time: <\/span> <span class=\"rt-time\">&lt; 1<\/span> <span class=\"rt-label rt-postfix\">minute<\/span><\/span> &nbsp; Can&#8217;t Help Falling In Love With You &#8211; Haley Reinhart No matter how many times we went through the inevitable shallow pit of relationship&#8230;<\/p>\n<div class=\"more-link-wrapper\"><a class=\"more-link\" href=\"http:\/\/bijays.com.np\/musicpervs\/2017\/06\/07\/we-were-two-wounded-soldiers\/\">Continue Reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\">We were two wounded soldiers<\/span><\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/bijays.com.np\/musicpervs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1556"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/bijays.com.np\/musicpervs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/bijays.com.np\/musicpervs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bijays.com.np\/musicpervs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bijays.com.np\/musicpervs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1556"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"http:\/\/bijays.com.np\/musicpervs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1556\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1562,"href":"http:\/\/bijays.com.np\/musicpervs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1556\/revisions\/1562"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/bijays.com.np\/musicpervs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1556"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bijays.com.np\/musicpervs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1556"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bijays.com.np\/musicpervs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1556"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}