“There’s an old poem by Neruda that I’ve always been captivated by, and one of the lines in it had stuck with me ever since the first time I read it. It says ‘love is so short, forgetting is so long.’ It is a line I’ve related to in my saddest moments, when I needed to know that someone else had felt that exact same way. And when we’re trying to o move on, the moments we always go back to aren’t the mundane ones. They are the moment you saw sparks that weren’t really there, felt stars aligning without having any proof, saw your future before it happened, and and then saw it slip away without any warning. These are the moments of newfound hope, extreme joy, intense passion, wisful thinking, and in some cases, the unthinkable let down. And in my mind everyone of these memories looks the same to me. I see all these moments in bright, burning RED.
My experiences in love have taught me difficult lessons, especially my experiences with crazy love. The RED relationships. The ones that went from zero to a hundred miles per hour and then hit a brick wall 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 said about being young and needing someone so badly, you jump in head first without looking. And there’s something to be learned from waiting all day for a train that’s never coming. And there’s something to be proud of about moving on and realizing that real love shines brightly like starlight, and doesn’t fade or spontaneously combust. Maybe I’ll write a whole album about that kind of love if I ever find it. But this album is about the other kinds of love I’ve recently fallen in and out of. Love that was treacherous, sad, beautiful, and tragic. But most of all, this record is about love that was RED.”- Taylor Swift, The Red album Prologue