Oh the tricky heart. Always getting in the way. Your brain, always the experienced one, tries to explain to your punk of a heart to stay away from the dark alleys of "feeeelings". Your brain knows the better, and it's trying to keep your heart from getting hurt or broken. And every time the heart comes home from parties and is drunk with happiness, the brain knows whats going to happen. Of course, even though the heart had a little fun for a while, and that it wanted to make the intoxicated feeling of love stay, there is always the hangover, and the puking, and the awful retching of and coughing of hate and regret. And all this while, the brain keeps telling the heart that it knew better, that it told it not to; but the brain rubs the hearts back and tries to make the heart feel better, and later, it will feel better, thanks to that wise brain.
People think that the heart is the one that has feelings, but the brain does too. It feels sorry and compassion for you, and it's always logging into a notebook of all the stupid things you do so that it can help you remember the consequences of what happened last time. And this is why the brain would make so much of a better heart for me.
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