1 and a half years later:
I sat at my chair, tapping my pencil quietly against the table in front of me as my professor droned on and on about a life experience he had, had when he was in college.
It had something to do with a love interest of his that had inspired him to write. He was a published author and his books were actually pretty good. He had five best sellers.
And don't get me wrong, I enjoyed his classes but today I was particularly distracted. It was Noah and I's first year anniversary.
I told him I could stay home and spend the day with him but he insisted that I go to class and he would see me after. And although he was right, I just wanted to stay in bed with him all day.
Every day I went to school, it helped distract me when Noah was at work. Even after
