Well done. Beautiful. He is like walking, talking inspiration. I see what I want from him now. His ability to evoke so many emotions in me at the same time... the way he enhances everything about my perceptions... he is my marijuana. If I can steal a couple hours with him every month or so... that will be perfection for me. Maybe I can give him a little help and advice along the way as well. It would be nice to be a real friend to him.
Anyway. That chapter in my could-be prince charmings is coming to an elegant end. I got to enjoy his shoulders. And his lips. I'm thankful for that. And although it wasn't what I had dreamt it up to be- honestly- I'm glad it wasn't. I'm glad he is not the epitome of what I want right now.

What do you do when you can't respect someone... how they act... how they treat people... what they do... their absence of integrity and honor...
But you just revel in their company?

That's easy. You hang out with them until they piss you off so much that you have to push them away. And when you push them away, you will be left with a great surge of strength... and a new appreciation for yourself.

But maybe you won't even have to push them away... maybe they will just slowly fall off the pedestal you placed them upon and you will see them for the imperfect people that they are. And love them for that. And accordingly... move on.