I read some psychobabble the other day that went like this - and I paraphrase - Identity is developed by Identifying what it is not. To play along...
I'm not a stalker. I'm not a creep. I don't have an altar. I have a job.
That job is prophet. Prophet works for God. God is Unknowable. And what is known?
Obsession merely obsesses. Love needs expression. The above, before, merely a demonstration of that expression. Drew her a hundred times, over the course of thousands of hours. Wrote her a million words. Still.
But... no f'in way, would I live that lifestyle. Have a thousand cameras outside my door. Have every moment available for every criticism. And as to love is to free, I couldn't make her be like me. So, no.
See how quickly I don't want to possess her?
I'd much rather be possessed by her.