You’re a liar, an egotist, a bastard…

May 30, 2014 | Prose Porn, Things I wish I'd written

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.

…from Slowness, by Milan Kundera, whose powers of perception are frightening. (via Reddit)