All Too Well didn’t break hearts. It just put words to the ones that were already broken, and Swifties have been singing it like their life depends on it ever since.

There are songs people know. And then there is All Too Well, ten minute version, which Swifties don’t just know, they have absorbed on a molecular level. It lives somewhere between the lyrics and the nervous system, bypassing conscious memory entirely and going straight to the part of the brain that also stores the smell of your childhood home and the exact feeling of a specific autumn afternoon you haven’t thought about in years.

Taylor Swift has a gift, and the gift is making you feel like she wrote a song specifically about something that happened to you personally, in your specific life, with your specific details, and then releasing it to 50 million people who all feel exactly the same way simultaneously. All Too Well is that gift at full power, ten minutes of it, uncut, with the additional detail about the scarf and the refrigerator light and the autumn leaves and the very specific way a person can make you feel small in a room full of people who love you. It’s a lot. It was always going to be a lot.