Love has no reason and obeys no rule. Any explanation
or justification is pointless.
“Love is by definition an unmerited gift; being loved
without meriting it is the very proof of real love. If a woman tells me: I love
you because you're intelligent, because you're decent, because you buy me
gifts, because you don't chase women, because you do the dishes, then I'm
disappointed; such love seems a rather self-interested business. How much finer
it is to hear: I'm crazy about you even though you're neither intelligent nor
decent, even though you're a liar, an egotist, a bastard.”
(Milan Kundera)
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