Together

"Love?" I questioned. "What is love really? No one can define it, it's something so great, that not even I can say what it is." I muttered staring out the window as the rain splashed against the glass. "Love is when a puppy licks your face." I turned to see my little sister holding her stuffed bunny. I was about to say she was foolish and didn't know what she was talking about, but then she added, "Even after you left him alone all day."