For love is by definition an unmerited gift; being loved without meriting it is the very proof of real love.

If a woman tells you: 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 you should be disappionted;

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, Slowness
Because such "love" is unexplainable we can then do a sort of god of the gaps: A magic of the gaps. I once wrote a love letter to a girl when I was 18 and suicidal. I told her something along the lines of my love for her being totally illogical and that was what made it so wonderful. As all that was logical was horrible.

I don't think she was impressed. LOL.