I studied anatomical drawing while in university. The architecture of the body has always fascinated me, especially the heart. I watched unblinkingly as a human heart was surgically extracted from a cadaver. I found a beauty in the mortality of life, silently questioning if this person on the stainless steel table had lived a robust life. I gazed at the heart gently placed on a platter and thought about love. Did this heart love to its capacity? It was at this moment I made a vow to live by a simple phrase, “Above all things, my life is a love story.”