If I could compare him to one thing, I can confidently say that I would compare him to a rollercoaster. Where you are scared to death of how it will go, but you are curious; curious for how it will feel: will you enjoy it? love it? hate it? wish you never went on it? All of these questions only make you want answers, so you stand in line. It’s finally your turn and you are on your way to the top, anxious and excited, yet nervous and scared about what is about to become your fate. Then you fall. That is exactly what happened - I fell. The rush is intoxicating and you can’t exactly describe how it makes you feel. Your stomach drops and your heart races, but you love it, you love every second of it. There are ups and downs, loopdeloops, and they scare you sometimes, but as you get closer to the end, you realize that you don’t want to get off, you want to stay on forever. Although there may be highs and lows and sometimes you don’t know how much more you can take, you still hold on because you know that when it’s good, it’s amazing. And if it just so happens that if one day you have to get off that ride and move on to the next one, you will always and forever compare every other rollercoaster to that one and the way it made you feel.