What's the logic behind this relationship?

I know a guy (in his late 30s), who's been in love with this one particular female for years. He's always talking about her, almost bordering on obsession. He's convinced that they're gonna get married, have kids, and live happily ever after.

Meanwhile, the girl he's madly in love with has repeatedly stated that she hates him and wishes he was dead. She tried cutting off all contact with him, changing her number, and ignoring him at all costs. Despite all that, he still continues to send her large sums of cash, love letters, and roses in the mail. And she still hates him. He bought her a brand new car, and still...hates him. Clearly, he can't but her affection.

But how could someone be obsessed with a person who's shown clear hatred for them?

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I was obsessed with one well not with her but when she cheated on me after the perfect relationship (we were 17 and went to lose our virginity together but neither of us fulfilled and continued with foreplay) but other than that we had something there, I thought we were high school sweethearts that will marry and have kids. Then out of the blue she cheated and also chose to be with him over me. We stayed friends because I still loved her, then her new guy wanted to stab me, so there was drama there and me and a friend drove around to give him a touch up and show him we take those threats seriously. But he hid away and we gave up. Then me and this girl stopped talking because of this drama and she heard people talking that I was a dealer, associating with gangs, in a way it helped me push her away.
Months later she had trouble with him, told me she was breaking up with him. I moved to the western suburbs (opposite side of the city) after Mum kicked me out of home, she tracked me down and caught public transport to the house I lived at. I got worried because where I was it was nowhere for her to be on her own.
Then she went to kiss me after talking, I said you don’t want me back now. I’m not who you loved anymore. So I observed to her what kind of life I was living. I told her to never come here on her own again because it’s too unsafe.
So I drove her all the way home back in the east side.
When I dropped her off I told her, this maybe the last you will see me if not the next time, that’s my life now (back then). I grew up.