"If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I. " (Michel de Montaigne, French moralist, 1533-1592)

 It speak of a certain kind of certainty, mingled with hopelessness & decadency.  - It's just like I love him because I love him... I can't help it I just love him...

OK I probably am the last defender of romance and do disagree with this kind of attitude, but sometimI still find decadency breathtaking.