Angels POV
Today hasn't really been productive. All the classes I had went by as a blur. I was present in person, but my mind was far away, with my dad, back in my dreams. I know I shouldn't do this to myself, it's unhealthy, but I can't help thinking about him. It's kind of ironic 'cause all I spent the last one and half year doing is trying to forget about his existence.
I try not to remember his name, but when I do, I try to forget who he his to me, just to ensure saying his name over and over doesn't feel so wrong.
I try not to think about how good his lips felt against mine, but I can't, so I try to forget who I am to him just to make myself feel better.
But all in all, who am I kidding but myself? It's not possible to forget the name of someone who consumes your every being, and
