You are the most reckless type of love. ‘Cause when I loved you, I fell in love much like the day I learned how to swim. It was the reckless type of love, with no floaties or noodles, slipped into the pool and I cried, gasping for air. ‘Cause being in love with you, much like drowning, I always seem to be out of breath, panting, with every beautiful moment, you left me breathless.
You are the most reckless type of love. ‘Cause when I loved you, I fell in love with you that day we were stuck next to a cemetery off of a freeway, stranded with a flat tire without a spare. It was the reckless type of love, arguing back and forth on why you didn’t get it taken care of, or who’s going to call who, and I was mad and you were mad. But at that moment I realized, being in love with you, I can’t picture myself being stuck in that place and time, with nobody else but you.
You are the most reckless type of love. ‘Cause when I loved you, I fell in love much like the day you forgot your house keys at 3 in the morning. It was the reckless type of love, so forgetful and absentminded, figuring out how we can break into your house, or who’s awake to open the door, where we’ll sleep and we have work in a couple of hours. ‘Cause being in love with you, is still being locked out of your house at 3:30, sharing a twenty piece of Chicken McNuggets and sweet tea, and falling asleep on your chest on the driver’s seat until the sun came up.
You are the most reckless type of love. ‘Cause when I loved you, I fell in love much like the day I learned how to roller skate. Terrified, scared, and quite honestly, too eager and impatient to become an expert already. It was the reckless type of love because I was unprepared and unready, with no knee straps and experience, so my scars can tell you how much I fell in love with you.
You are the most reckless type of love. My reckless type of love. Mine and only.