When you wake up after a life saving operation, the last thing you expect to see is a random stranger, and a grumpy one at that. I was just happy to be alive, but his opinion was quite the opposite. With a new heart inside me that we both seemed to adore, it brought us together, but also held us apart. He's a complicated guy, and love's a complicated subject. The most complicated question of all: did he love me or my heart?