Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII.

I love you without knowing how or when or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving.

Rape does not happen for a reason—It doesn’t happen because the victim was asking for it. It doesn’t happen because their clothes or behavior were insinuating sexual activity. It doesn’t happen because they were “sluts” or “whores.” It doesn’t happen because God wants them to have children. It happens because someone decided to commit a monstrous and downright selfish act upon them without regards of their feelings, health, or wellbeing.