They tickle my heart
The butterflies in my stomach who has slept for years are only napping when I hear of them.
They may even blink their tired eyes.
But they have each other.
They, together, are something I have never wanted.
And they are everything I have ever wanted.
Now they are all I need.
And I have no one.
It's been a lifetime since I have had that.
Dora has Harry.
And I have no one.