#so he over-explained

That is a simple question.  Perhaps it is the way her laugh mimics the tinkle of bells.  Perhaps the intellectual depth she possesses that gives our conversation intrigue and intensity.  Perhaps her ability to challenge my thoughts with deft wit and precise logic.  Or perhaps the fact that she is the only individual—and yes, I say only—who can make fun of me and get away with it and, in many instances, retrieve the same type of banter back. 

Maybe the fact that, when I hold her, she fits perfectly in the space between my arms.  Or that she gives me a strength no one else can…yet allows my weakness to seep through without compromising my pride, arrogance, or rationality.  Perhaps it is because she is passionate, talented, complex, and beautiful.  Or that she is painstakingly frustrating and still, after over a year of being together, can push my buttons even faster and with more precision than even Tamaki.

That she is as vast as the night sky she so loves, mixed with both blinding brightness and hidden darkness—both of which consume me like nothing else in the universe I call my life.

Perhaps—and perhaps this is the only reason that is needed or should ever be needed—it is because I am in love with her.  Genuinely and deeply.  Irrationally so.  Without reason or logic.  I am so damnably in love with her.

What I miss, dear anonymous, is looking around and not being in her presence, for no one else has captivated me or drawn my attention like she has, and no one ever will.  This fact is what makes this question obsolete and moot, for there have been many women who have fancied me.  Many women who have attempted to gain my affections by appealing to my family name and business.  By presenting me with frivolous gifts, deeds, and words, affecting upon themselves perfected and false charms that they believe will ensnare me. I tired of being surrounded by a show.  By people believing they know what is best for me.  By people thinking they understand me simply because I am an Ootori.

Only one woman has presented me with her reality.  Only one woman has walked to my front door and sought to meet me as a typical adult male without tie to wealth or prestige.  Only one woman has dove into my depths this far, doing so with care and softness rather than blunt candor and veiled insult.  Only one has looked within and not retracted in fear or apprehension.  Only one has fallen for me without any restraint or restriction or expectation.  Only one who dared tell me she loved me.  Genuinely and deeply.  Irrationally so.  Without reason or logic.