Que Porque Me Enamore De Ti Que Pregunta Tan Sencilla

“Que porque me enamoré de ti? Que pregunta tan sencilla!” It's supposed to be simple, right? Like explaining why you like pizza. But love? Nope. Buckle up, buttercup. This ain’t gonna be your typical rom-com answer.

Unpopular Opinion Alert!

Here’s the deal. I think asking “why” you fell in love is kinda…dumb. I said it! Don't @ me. Love isn't logical. It’s not a spreadsheet with pros and cons.

Trying to dissect it? It’s like trying to understand a joke by explaining every single word. You suck the joy right out of it! Love is a feeling, a vibe, a *thing*.

Maybe It’s the Mismatched Socks...

Okay, okay. I’ll play along. Maybe it *is* those mismatched socks you always wear. Or the way you sing off-key to your favorite 80s power ballads. It could be anything!

But really, isn't it more likely a million tiny things? Things so small, you barely notice them. The way your eyes crinkle when you laugh. That thoughtful pause before you answer a question.

Trying to pinpoint one single reason is like trying to catch smoke. It’s there, and then it’s gone. Vaporized into the ether of good feelings and warm fuzzies.

The Danger of “The List”

Some people have a list. Tall, dark, handsome, rich. Blah, blah, blah. Sounds like ordering a sandwich, not finding a soulmate. Where's the magic in that?

Love throws curveballs. It laughs in the face of your perfectly curated list. It introduces you to the "one" who's short, quirky, and sings like a dying cat. And you fall head over heels anyway.

Then what happens to your list? Does it crumble into dust? Probably. Good riddance, I say! Lists are for groceries, not hearts.

The Unexplainable Spark

I think it's more about the spark. That unexplainable connection you feel with someone. It's that moment when you realize, “Oh. This person gets me."

It's like you're speaking the same language, even if you’re arguing about the proper way to load the dishwasher. (For the record, plates go facing inwards! Don’t fight me on this!).

That spark, that connection, is worth more than any checklist. It's the thing that keeps you going when things get tough. It's the reason you still choose them, every single day.

So, "Que Porque?"

So, back to the original question. “Que porque me enamoré de ti?” The simple answer is… I don't know! And maybe, that's okay.

Maybe the beauty of love lies in its mystery. In the fact that it can’t be quantified or explained. That it just *is*.

Instead of searching for a logical reason, maybe we should just embrace the chaos. Embrace the feelings. Embrace the love, however messy and unexplainable it may be.

Besides, isn't "I don't know, but I do" way more romantic than reciting a list of attributes? I think so. And that’s my story, and I’m sticking to it!

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go listen to some off-key 80s power ballads. With my beloved, of course. Don't judge us!

P.S. If you *do* have a logical explanation for love, please keep it to yourself. I'm perfectly happy living in my illogical, romantic bubble. Thanks!

And to her, because she will eventualy read this: