Young

Loving you is easy. Just as I was on this summer afternoon, it's as easy as peddling whilst freely gliding downhill on a bicycle. It's too easy. It's carefree, simple, uplifting and lovely. You feel as if you're on top of the world, like some other force is taking you wherever the Earth pleases. Going uphill, however is quite the opposite. You  have to try, you have to work hard at it. It's the sensible direction that you get the most out of, but downhill is more fun and exhilarating. Fumbling for the pattern to frantically peddle out of control is impossible, so you let go. And going downhill freely, without a care in the world, like loving you, is reckless and powerful and eventually, will get me hurt in the end. I really wouldn't have it any other way, though. And as I trek downhill, faster and further plummeting to a steep demise, I fall more and more blindingly in love with you, along with all of the blurs that pass me by. The wind dances across my cheek, further and further I drift, I release my hands from the handlebars and escape. Our love takes me somewhere, away. Coasting away in order to bear my soul to you, young love.