After watching Obsession, I couldn't stop thinking about one scene.
Not because it was dramatic.
Because it felt real.
The man kept insisting he loved her.
He followed her.
Watched her.
Refused to let her move on.
And yet, in his mind, he was still the good guy.
That was the terrifying part.
He wasn't asking,
"How do I make her happy?"
He was asking,
"Why doesn't she want me?"
The entire story reminded me of a guy I knew in college.
He spent years chasing the same girl.
When she rejected him, he didn't get angry.
He got obsessed.
He memorized her schedule.
Showed up wherever she was.
Convinced himself that persistence was romantic.
One day she finally told him:
"You keep talking about how much you love me, but you've never once asked what I want."
The room went silent.
Because for the first time, he realized something.
Love isn't wanting someone badly enough.
Love is caring whether they want you too.
And that's why Obsession felt so disturbing.
The villain didn't think he was a villain.
He thought he was in love.