In love with your words

It is so easy for a man such as yourself, a wordsmith, a master manipulator of languages to make a girl like me swoon and fall all over myself to believe that everything you say only adds to the magic of this attraction.
An attraction being all that it is and may be all the potential this little fling had, but we use the words "love" and "care" loosely as if they're true.. As if This is true; when in actuality it's just as ficticious as your actions.
Will I continue to compromise the possibilities of a future romance and remain in this unrealistic rollercoaster of emotions that only leave me feeling empty and needing so much more than your words?
Will I ever experience that seredipitous destiny type of love? A series of events that point towards HIM being the right one for me? And if there be an opposite of serendipity, let it be known this may be our curse.
Let it be known, that as far as we are concerned, I only wish that I could believe in you the way that Juliet believed in her Romeo. I wish that I believed that you could make it to forever and that I am enough because I really am enough.
I consistently compromise in the pursuit of happiness, but truth be told, I am so incredibly and relentlessly in love with your words and the man I know that you could be, but I know, that is not you.
Who you are is a less than perfect man who does not have the desire to be any better than what you are because what you see is perfection in your reflection, so you dismiss the feelings I have for you.
I never romanced the idea of changing a man because that is the only reality I have a relationship with. This impossibility of forcing change on a man is so blatantly evident I can only imagine the heartache of the women who have tried.
But a man changes a woman all the time until he changes women leaving the last like the last heatbroken, undeserving, unrelenting agony in his heartless, careless, carefree ways of ending what she thought could work by starting with lies.
I digress because I do know that I do not want for whatever it is that we have to get that far. I don't know how much of you I can trust. I don't know how much of myself I can trust with you nor am I sure if I need to be giving this much energy to a faux idea of you.
Presently, my feelings are keeping me from being in another man's embrace, but I need an embrace. I need the love not the "love". I wish you were him because of all of your genuine perfections.
I need to not be in love with you because of all of your imperfections. At present, I'm in love with your words. All I need now is the man to match.