Red

Oh, Taylor. I don't love you, but I sure do love some of your songs. Red is one of those songs. 

Red is another perfect summation of a relationship no-go. While the relationship is clearly no more, it's also not over. That doesn't make any sense, but, then again, it does. There's just something about some people that ... sticks. They stick in your head and your heart. They're just there. Forever. I have one of those people in me.

Society has a lot of names for this kind of situation (infatuation? dangerous obsession?), but I don't think any of those names are true and real. And they're all seeking to name something without knowing it. From the outside. I am very much in it. Or she is in me. There is nothing dangerous or wrong about how I feel. I'm stable. I'm in my right mind. I'm just in love. I think Taylor Swift does a good job when she uses colors as labels. What is red, after all? It's the color of blood, of passion. When a woman is turned on, what color fills her cheeks, her lips, her ears? Red. 

I don't know how to describe how I love, but I've never met another man who loves like I do. What can a woman compare it to? She's thinking there must be something wrong with it, even though it's the rightest thing in this world. Love is a perfect thing and has no match. Where it comes from, I don't know. But I know she will never know another man like me.

If how she feels about me is anything close to how I feel about her, I know she will never forget what we had. The quickness and power with which she walked away from it tells me maybe she was afraid. She was afraid of the immenseness of what she was feeling, the overpowering feelings, the vulnerability, the totality of it. She was swept up in it just as I was. We were carried away together. 

She may try to forget what we did, what we had. Good luck, sweet girl. I fear we have the same fate. There is no forgetting. There is only the warm glow of the fire we started. There is only the standing back and watching it burn down the world. You can watch from where you are, and I will watch from where I am. And the color of those flames will always be a brilliant color of red.