Hello, Collectors, it’s been a while.

Okay, maybe not 84 years, but it certainly feels like decades have passed since the “shelter in place” order was given in California, where I live. The world changed overnight, it seemed, and it seems like every day is a bad news day with the onslaught of the COVID-19 pandemic.

I’m here to tell you, with a little help from John Krasinski, that it’s not all bad news everywhere. (Okay, a lot of help from John Krasinski.)

By The Collected Canadian

I’m a romantic sap. My home vomits antiques, vinyl collections, and Chopin sheet music. Among bowing bookshelves, you’ll also find the writings of Jane Austen, Percy Bysshe Shelley, and John Keats. But Valentine’s Day used to make me feel ill, especially post break-ups that intensified Single-Awareness Day. To be honest, advertisements continue to irk me when the message suggests that love is, after all, monetary. My attitude has since had a radical transformation however, humbled by life’s Odin-force and arriving at the conclusion that if anything deserves celebration, it’s love.

We at the Collective invite you to celebrate love with us, by sharing your favorite “love scenes” (no, not the kind that show Kit Harington’s ass, although…).