Honestly I don't know.
But maybe I love them because they feel like a part of me.
Like I am a puzzle and the pieces are scattered all over this world. As songs and paintings and poetry and plants. And like stars and moon and oceans and trees.
The things I love are the reflections of my soul.
Everything I've ever loved reminds me of who I once was or who I am. I love them because they feel like home. Like they are made of the same things that I was made from.
I love them simply because they make me, me.
Why do you love what you love?