Repetitive and rhetorical.
I’ve fallen in love with many men—women—children. I fall in love everyday. But it wasn’t until I fell in love with myself that I realized how much I love you. It seemed so sudden and very unlikely. It wasn’t because of your beauty. Had nothing to do with your parents or lack thereof or the way you were raised; the way your brown eyes look in the morning. The way your body takes shape to mine.
This feeling will go away. I’m sure of it. It did with all the others. Each and every one of them loved me. Passionate at first. And then you lose balance. But I heard that losing balance for love, is a part of balancing your life.
— M. Aggrey