Why is that I love him?
Yes, I think I love him merely because he is mine and is masculine. There is no other reason, I suppose.
But I could love him without that. If he were plain, I should love him;if he were a wreck I should love him; and I would work for him, pray for him and watch by his bedside until I died.
And so, I think it is as I first said: that this kind of love is not a product of reasonings and statistics. It just comes-none knows whence-and can not explain itself. And does not need to.
Inspired From Mark Twain`s Eve`s diary.
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