Her thoughts shone that night with an honest, down-to-earth brilliance that is mirrored in her introspective observation/manifestation of her puzzlement over the constant but seemingly endearing love that someone feels for her. She can't figure out why someone would even like her, given all the faults she sees with herself but it's all amazing, even to her, that someone loves her for who she really is.
Love is like that- mysterious, mystical, recondite, baffling and profound, but so beautiful and satisfying.
