She really believed the heart actually did those things.
How does one describe Jaye Tyler?
(Hint: one doesn’t)
One must bask in her dark-haired light-eyed beauty; one must bow before her sarcastic wit; one must be devastated by her heartbreaking heartbroken face; one must be humbled by her selfless (albeit coerced) good deeds; one must shout at the tv screen and talk to her face about her face knowing you won’t get an explanation as to how and why she’s ruined your life all while simultaneously making it better for having known it.
One must have the “Jaye Tyler Experience.”