Not a red heart. Not the fiery passionate kind. A blue heart. The emotionally exhausted kind. The kind you send at 2am when the AC has been losing a slow war since April and a lizard just sprinted across your foot like he pays rent. This is love with a thousand yard stare.
Because you do love it here. You love the gas station fried chicken that slaps harder than it has any right to. You love that hurricane season is basically a personality trait and that the weather app is just a mood ring. You love the man wrestling a reptile in a retention pond at 7am. You just also need everyone to know the humidity has taken something from you that you will never get back.
Made from soft, breathable fabric with a comfortable fit that holds its shape wash after wash, because anything stiff and scratchy is a crime in this climate. Durable print, cozy feel, zero regrets.
