My life with Aspergers

Chapter 33- I don't get it...

OK so here is something I don't get. As most of you know (maybe if any) I am writing Jet book 2 part 2.. But the thing is I keep having the same name as the 2nd main character. In Jet book 1 part 1 and 2 I used the name Angel as the 2nd main character. But in Jet book 2 part 1 the first part I used was the name Gigi which also means "Angel" in French I think... All I know that it means the same thing. And now I am using the name Angelina as the 2nd main character. I keep using the same name. What  could this mean?

Well when I mentioned this to my uncle he said I was probably still having feelings for "Angel" Now realize Angel is not a fictional character... Angel was based on a real person in real life that I knew and once loved. But the thing is I keep missing her, I keep thinking of her, I am wishing I was with her right now. It's killing me not being able to talk to her, text her, call her sometimes etc.. I felt like I had nothing left in Utah because every girl that knew me in Utah judged me on the outside instead of the inside. Weather you realize this or not, I may be different of what I have but I am not going to use what I have as a excuse. I am trying my very best to try and be normal like a normal person as if I didn't have it. This girl was the only girl I knew who did not judge me... Well she did but she always said "I judge people after I know them, not before."

Sometimes we would talk back and fourth and she would always say "I think it's sick how people judge others on the outside. I mean you have got so many good things about you and they don't know what they are missing out on." And last time I talked to her was the year 2012... I won't be able to talk to her until May (her next birthday) She was the one and only girl I loved.  I was always there for her whenever she needed me, I would always run to her when shhe needed me. She was the first kiss I had... And it has been so long now. Now that I think of her, I miss her everyday, I wish I was with her, I was I was engaged to her like I once was. Although she didn't have enough money to buy a real engagement ring, she made one out of wire... And she was pretty good at it. She was good at a lot of things. This type of girl I would want to spend the rest of my life with.. She was the only girl that truely loved me as I had loved her. I guess that's why I keep using the same name. I must be thinking of her, missing her, wishing I was with her. I still don't know what it means of keep using the same name in my stories.