Back in 1984, when I was in college in Washington, DC, I discovered a store in the Old Post Office Pavilion where they only sold items containing hearts. I remember walking through the doors and wanting to never leave. I was enveloped by a sea of red and pink hearts. My eyes didn't know where to look first and I wished I could grab a sleeping bag and spend the night there. Once I knew it existed I had the need to visit it often. I would beg my friends to accompany me to the building over and over again.

I vowed that one day I would own my own heart store. I wasn’t sure if it would be the particular store in Washington, D.C. or one I would open on my own, but one way or another it was going to happen. Naturally, since graduating from college,  my life has taken many unexpected twists and turns and my dream was quickly forgotten. Forgotten until November of  2022 when some mindless internet scrolling jogged my memory.