5 more hours.
I wish I could see you twice a week, but I don't know if you'd be willing to do that and I don't want to seem needy and/or presumptuous by asking.

I'm nervous. We're probably going to have to talk about what happened this weekend. And what I've been doing since then. And I don't really have any answers or explanations.
Please don't be mad at me. Please don't be disappointed in me. I'm sorry. I wish I wasn't like this.