The heart wants what the heart wants. The brain butts in and **** blocks our most valued, raw feelings, feelings that could only originate from the pumping muscle in your chest that hurts after hearing tom petty or watching your favorite TV show's last episode fade away into the sunset.
   In a rare scenario where a man rolls off of his lady friend and has lit his nightcap cigarette, and STILL feels a sharp pang of affection for such partner,  the man should ******* follow his heart, and become that cliche that 15 year old girls get wet over. Stay with that woman, I don't care if you've *****, pillaged, or ravaged, whether you deserve that pretty girl or not you chase after her. Don't listen to you're head, you're head is what makes your **** hard. Follow you're ******* heart, because I swear on my lucky cigarette that your mind (along with your ****) will give out long before your heart will.