i hate that i loved it so much

I want to save this memory forever. I think that’s the most beautiful part of a weekend like that. It wasn’t just one piece. It was a complete string of frames I never want to let go. Even if you go. Because I don’t think I have ever been that happy before. Maybe just a combination of mountain air and pre powder anticipation, but I can’t pretend I wasn’t smiling the entire time. I can understand why people want to live for tomorrows when todays look like that.