I like to think that my Universe of True Love is like the Club Med of farmers’ market tents — even the Club Med of online postcard shopping. I want every single person who dares to stop and linger over my cards to feel like they’ve been magically transported to a warm, breezy paradise lined with palm trees. A place where beautiful, relaxed people wander around with lemonade drinks or paperback novels in their hands, scanning for a lovely spot to plunk down and take in the atmosphere. In my Universe of True Love, the wide, gentle sea is all dressed up in shades of gauzy sunrise: rich lavenders, soft yellows, peachy pinks. The foamy waves lap at the shore like packs of kittens, and the air feels fresh and bright, like it’s infused with hope and possibility itself. You can feel the hope in the deep, clarifying breaths you take, sitting here on the pale sands of True Love. You can feel that hopeful air traveling down into your chest, beyond your heart and lungs, billowing through your gut, even electrifying the soles of your feet. Don’t be afraid to imagine yourself in a whole different light, here in the Universe of True Love. Let yourself slow down completely, perhaps to a merciful halt. Here in the Universe, you have no responsibilities except to let yourself be. And that means all sorts of delightful things. Like you can let yourself laugh. Let yourself wonder. Let yourself be awed by the beauty of your surroundings. Here in the Universe, you have the explicit permission of the Gods of True Love to finally feel something real. Because here in the Universe, we believe that love is real. We’d even go so far to say that love is the truest thing there is. ❤️‍🔥—Y.B.D.