Oh my precious Haylor. Thank you. Thank you so much for answering my prayers. I’d almost stopped believing in love, and this was just the antidote I needed to halt the poisonous flow of bitterness and Grinch-ism through my young veins. With just a simple kiss, Haylor has renewed my faith in that saccharine-sweet, crafted-for-the-cameras, will-they-won’t-they kind of teenage love that I can underwear-dance to in my apartment during a makeover montage. Thank. God.
And of course it only happened in the world’s most romantic, non-cliched place. No, not the top of the Eiffel Tower — even more cliched! Taylor was in Times Square to perform during the night’s festivities, and after she was done, she stayed around with the common peons and Harry Styles to watch the ball drop. So their first public kiss was in Times Square at the stroke of 2013. How tranquil and not at all surrounded by paparazzi and screaming fans. What a precious moment that they weren’t expecting to share with…the entire Western world. And now, having watched the two of them touch tongues, I can tell you in all sincerity that they are totes in love and never ever ever getting un-together. You can tell by the way they look into each others’ eyes and mash faces at midnight. It’s both adorable and really generous of them, as I’m now able to begin my year with the joyful knowledge that Taylor Swift has set about devouring another little manboy’s soul, and that as soon as she makes him into a new Horcrux, we’ll presently have a whole album all about it. I honestly can’t imagine a better way to start 2013.