I can’t say I love her. Sure, I may call myself a fan of her work, but I never actually met her in person. I never had a conversation with her myself. I don’t know if our interests, beliefs, or values actually are compatible at all. And of course, she does not even know I exist. I mean, I’m sure she knows there are many people like me that are out there. She likely knows of her celebrity status and knows she has fans of her work like myself, but she knows nothing about me as an individual. How then can I possibly say that I love her? That would be the textbook definition of psychotic.