i can't email you, because a week is a week. one time, joanna asked me for a week. it was the worst week ever. and then we broke up. but don't worry. i won't break up with you at the end of the week.
i can only hope that you read this because i am going to write a lot. a lot to you. i wish i could just call you or email you what i feel. but you called the week, so you get the last word. i hope this right here counts for something.
my feelings about this are like a rollercoaster. when we're together, sometimes, playing, not to be confused with chilling, i have so much fun. and i don't want it to end. but somewhere, deep inside, i get a funny feeling. the kind of feeling you get when you're on a rollercoaster and you're on your way up the biggest hill. you want nothing more than to yell "stop the ride!!" and get off, because you fear what's over the hill. even if you've already been on it 6 times before. but then you get to the top. and you start to go down. and a rush of emotions goes through you. fear, excitement, happiness. it's a feeling that can't be topped. going down a hill on a rollercoaster. and then, you get off the ride. and you're laughing and talking about how much fun it was. and you're shaking, even though the ride is finished. and you stand there for a minute. deciding if you want to get on the calm, gentle ferris wheel that normal people ride or if you want to ride the rollercoaster again. you choose to ride it again.
that's the only way i know how to tell you how i feel. i will miss you.