Within just a few days of the release of Taylor Swift’s seventh studio album titled “Lover,” it was well on its way to becoming certified platinum. It sold a million copies without the album having to be released. Taylor Swift is truly a household name, achieving a certain level of complexity like most households. Her name can be dragged through the mud, as it was prior to “reputation,” but will still sell out stadiums all across the world in just a matter of minutes. People love to hate Swift, but people love to love her. And why her previous album revolved around a phoenix rising from the ashes type theme (or, more fittingly, a snake), her latest album captures the idea of love. The idea, the feeling that hardly anyone is capable of describing. But, in 18 tracks, her longest album yet, the definition of love is made clear.
Tabloids love to report the trials and tribulations of Swift’s love life. Not every relationship is meant to be a successful one, and instead of going home and trying to move on, Swift can’t. It becomes the next news headline in the morning papers as every magazine tries to dissect what went wrong with information they can’t even deem as factual. We only truly know what Swift is like though what she puts in her music. The public knew what she was like as a gangly teen with cork screw blonde hair through her debut album and “Fearless.” And as time passed, we grew up with Swift, realizing that emotions aren’t black and white and out of fairytales in “Speak Now” and “Red.” We all discovered that change was a good thing in “1989” and we survived the darkest times (as Swift would later describe as an apocalypse) of “reputation.” Taylor has always sang about love, and what it means to her, as she has spent her whole life trying to put it into words. “Lover” can be described as the clam after the storm. That moment when all the dust settles, and the sun rises once again. It’s in these moments when we finally see clearly, we see the ones who stayed, and we finally finish mourning the ones who didn’t. Though these moments can be portrayed with pastel pink colors and baby blue skies, love is still complex. There is romance in everything if you know where to look, and where there is romance, there is pain. Swift describes the anxiety of being in a relationship and staying with the person in spite of it. Loving someone so much that it hurts, and thinking that it might kill you if they leave. The anxiety of wondering if you even deserve a love like this, to being at peace with your lover on a Sunday night. Swift even explores the other aspects of love outside a relationship through being present in London, falling in love with the city like she did with Nashville so long ago. “Lover” also contains the agonizing pain of finding out a loved one is sick. Reiterating that love is pain, and in order to love, as intensely and fiercely as people do, you must be willing to hurt and get hurt. I’ve been following Swift since I was a little girl, and I know that you don’t need to be in love to hear what Taylor is saying. “Lover” is available now wherever you buy music.