There's and old poem によって Neruda that I've always been captivated by, and one of the lines in it has stuck with me ever since the first time I read it. It says, "love is so short, forgetting is so long." It's a line I've related to in my saddest moments we always go back to aren't the mundane ones. They are the moments あなた saw sparks that weren't really there, felt stars aligning without having any proof, saw your future before it happened, and then saw it slip away without any warning. These are the moments of newfound hope, extreme joy, intense passion, wishful thinking, and in some cases, the unthinkable letdown. And in my mind everyone of these memories looks the same to me. I see all of these moments in bright, burning, RED.


My experiences in 愛 hve tuaght me diffficult lessons, especially my experiences with crazy love. The RED relationships. The ones that went from zero to a hundred miles per 時 and then hit a ウォール and exploded. And it was awful. And ridiculous. And desperate. And thrilling. And when the dust settled, it was something I'd never take back. Because there is something to be 発言しました for being young and needing someone so badly, あなた jump in head first without looking. And there's something to be learned from waiting all 日 for a train that's never coming. And there's something to be proud of about moving on and realizing that real 愛 shines golden like starlight, and doesn'e fade または spontaneosly combust. Maybe I'll write a whole albem about that kind of 愛 if I ever find it. But this album is about the other kinds of 愛 that I've recently fallen in and out of. 愛 that was treacherous, sad, beautiful and tragic. But most of all, this record is about 愛 that was RED.

-------------- Taylor Swift