Those of you who have been burned or betrayed by love in the not-too-distant past are probably snickering at the sentiment on this card — but hear me out, please. I mean, no one has more painful cuts, burns, and bruises on their soul than I do when it comes to romantic love, so I get it. But what keeps me going every morning, after yet another cold and lonely night, is writing a daily letter (oh, okay, call it a diary entry) to my God of True Love. It’s almost always the best part of my day, a happy reunion with the source of all hope and warmth in life. Because, you see, there isn’t anyone else on this planet who wants to hear my honest and unfiltered thoughts, feelings, and ideas. There isn’t anyone else who is so patient and generous with their time, so as to allow me to work through my complicated emotions and help me make sense of my circumstances, day after day, one confused little bit at a time. This act of unconditional listening and holding of space for me (no matter how ugly or unkind I am when I show up) could certainly be called an act of affection and kindness, in and of itself. But True Love goes above and beyond that. It manages to wrap its loving and protective arms around me as I go about the rest of my day, too — because it’s responsible for all the moments of beauty, enjoyment, and connection I experience, long after I’ve left the sanctuary of our morning time together. And even when things don’t go my way, I know that deep down, it’s because True Love has decided I need to be protected or redirected away from that so-called “good thing,” in my own best interest. Without True Love to hold me and tie all my chaotic and conflicting little storylines together, nothing would make sense — I don’t believe in pure randomness, anymore. Call it by any name you want, but True Love is the only relationship I have where I can always find refuge, and comfort, and the security of knowing I have a home in love, whenever I can bring myself to go there. ❤️‍🔥—Y.B.D.