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Why do I hate him? Because he mustn't know I love him. Oh, I know what you're thinking, it's not that. Yes, he is a tasty morsel, especially in his current incarnation, but sex is irrelevant, other than as one of many weapons one can wield for control and humiliation. I don't desire him; I don't want him. Not that way. I have no intention of consummating any kind of physical union with him -- unless I could just steal his body; I love him so much I want to be him. That is the ultimate in love, isn't it?