I think: Love would be requited.
... if I'm using that word correctly anyway.
And in the interest of full disclosure, I'd consider myself obsessed but since said object and myself are likely to never see one another every again (and let's face it, never did when the chances might've occured), leave me wallowing in my shameful avarice; it harms nobody but myself.
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