"Love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right."
There's an old poem by Neruda that I've always been in love with. This is also from one of the most poetic artists alive, Taylor Swift.
In the Neruda poem it says, "Love is so short, forgetting is so long." It's a line I've related to my saddest moments, when I needed to know someone felt exactly the same way as I did. And when we're trying to move on, the moments we always go back on aren't the mundane ones. They are the moments you saw that weren't really there, felt like stars aligning without any proof, saw your future before it happened, and then saw it slip away without any warning.
These moments are the new-found hope, extreme joy, intense passion, wistful thinking, and in some cases the unthinkable let downs.
And in my mind, everyone of these memories look the same to me. I see all of these moments in flashes. Experiences in love teach everyone the difficult lessons of crazy love.
The RED relationships. The ones that went from 0 to 100 miles per hour and then hit a 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 so young and needing someone so badly, you jump in head first without looking.
And there's something to be learned about moving on and that real love shines like golden starlight, and doesn't fade or spontaneously combust.
Maybe I'll write a book about this love. But this love that is stuck on stupid, red and found in a hopeless place. The ones that explode like supernova.
The love I've fallen into.