And aren't we all human? Feeling depraved. Craving. Longing for that special person in the wee hours. Contemplating at holding them in our arms and telling them just how much they affect us, complete us. In their presence, perhaps for the first time, we won't enter DreamWorks alone. And perhaps finally we will have someone to look forward to morrow's dawn.

But where to find this person?
The definition of our affection and the object of our adoration?

Listen.
For They are knocking quietly on the doors of your heart...