The Axiomatic Musings of a Teen who had a fantastic winter break.

Sal and I spent the week at a resort called Massanutten in Virginia. It was a blast :D.

We saw the Luray Caverns and a civil war battlefield, went skiing, ice skating, snow tubing (down a 900ft hill!), jacuzzi-ing, go-karting, and to a murder mystery dinner, plus horseback riding, spending an afternoon in the indoor waterpark, and going for a night walk through a golf course to go stargazing during a 30mph wind storm. Every morning he'd call me when he woke up so I could unlock the "girls side" of the apartment and we'd cuddle and watch cartoons until my parents got up, and every night we'd snuggle and watch his Seinfeld DVD collection by the fire until bed. I literally had to keep reminding myself that it was real life. I was worried before we left that spending so much time together would make us sick of each other or annoyed or just bored with nothing to talk about, but it was the complete opposite. We were spending nearly every minute of the day together, yet we'd never run out of things to talk about and stories to tell and jokes to laugh at until our sides hurt. I felt so relaxed and at ease; I didn't have to worry about wearing makeup or matching my clothes perfectly or what I was eating or anything, I could just relax and be myself around him. I think that's my favorite thing about him; the way he just melts away any kind of tension or anxiety or fear that I have. And we got really good at co-existing! Like, I let him borrow my laptop to watch Magic tournament videos online while Pretty Little Liars was on. Compromises ftw :D. Anyway, I think there was a point I wanted to make in this post.

I realized during the vacation that the reason Sal has become so important in my life is because he always becomes exactly whatever I need him to be at the moment. He's a frustrating big brother that pressures me into going down a tricky ski slope when I need the push, but then skis behind me to make sure I'm okay all the way down when he understands I'm nervous. He's a supportive coach that encourages me to try new things like running when I'm bored (yes, I actually attempted to go for a run with the captain of the cross country and track team) then still congratulates my pitiful attempt because he recognizes it isn't my thing. He's comforting when I need someone to vent to, but the voice of reason when I'm being ridiculous. He's a best friend that will compete with me, laugh at me, shoot straw wrappers at me, and go on adventures with me when I want to be immature, and he's a hopeless romantic who takes me stargazing when I want to be grown-up. He's a pillow when I'm tired or have a migraine and a teddy bear when I'm sad or scared. And of course, a boyfriend when I need someone to shower with love, attention, and cupcakes :).

I've been criticized for spending so much time with Sal and having few other friends. But you know what, miss i-know-whats-best-for-everyone-because-im-a-snooty-pants? When one person can do so much, I don't really need anyone else! So stick that in your juicebox and suck it like it's someone else's boyfriend! (OOHHHH BURRRRRNNN.)
And besides, I have been making headway in re-best-friending Devon and Fred and Keith and even Jack a little. So life is pretty great all-around :)

Soooo yeah, that's my gushy romantic post about my vacation with Sal. I hope everyone else's vacation was great too :).

*: "A Thousand Years" by Christina Perri