Beating, breaking, leading you around like you’re powerless.  It wants what it wants, and you either listen to it, or you find yourself up at 2:30 am wishing you’d followed it when you had the chance. It can take you on a whiskey soaked binge one night, only to make you believe that this next time is the first time all over again. And you know what?  Maybe it is.  Take the chance. What have you got to lose?  H is for Heart, baby.  Attraction.  Desire.  Lifestyle.  Relationships.  Every flavor.  Every time.