Once upon a Christmas I gave my on, sometimes off, usually on, but off again boyfriend a navigation system for his car. I pre-ordered it but the shipment date was after the 25th, so instead, I printed out a picture of it, stuck it inside a card, and wrote: “Because love always finds its way back home,”on the envelope. Wouldn’t it be nice if they made a GPS for our heart? Something we could wear, or attach to ourselves so that we’d never make a wrong turn onto, “It’s not you,