Wondering why we bother with love if it never last. Wondering why we bother to find someone to live with only to mourn for their death before our own's. I have learnt that love can never be truly defined. And it is each to own each definition. Love can be for anything and anyone.
I truly learnt what my love means when I realize how much i love Yogi. I wrote a note for her:
I love you and i would die,f i were to ever see anyone hurt you. You are part of me now. I love you and i can so much for you. I rather stay her with you than be somewhere else. I love you. I have realized that taking care of you is almost like having a baby. A step towards another commitment  only you speak a different language. And sorry from me means nothing to you. You make me realize my actions. My goals, having to rethink everything. I love you and I would die in and out if you were to suffer. 

You know how you love someone so much, you want the best for them. And sometimes, you take it for their presence for granted, knowing how they will always be there.