Yes, I think I love him merely because he is mine and is masculine. There is no other reason, I suppose. And so I think it is as I first said: that this kind of love is not a product of reasonings or statistics. It just comes—none knows whence—and cannot explain itself. And doesn’t need to.
“From the Diaries of Adam and Eve,” by Mark Twain.
When Eve falls in love with Adam, she asks herself the same question that we ask ourselves: why did I fall in love with this person? This question has no answer. It just happens. It is an accident of nature.
