Dream Man [pt 3]

I had come across this man,
shock in my expression,
hope in my heart.
It was kind of scary at first.
To meet someone you had
dreamt to yourself.
It felt as if I had created him,
just by a simple thought he was there,
alive.
For a small moment
I felt as if I could have been God.
I talked to this man.
For a while he was as I had dreamt him to be.
He was a man who was serious,
a man who knew how to joke around,
a man who knew what my heart thought.
What I had liked most about him
was his words.
His words spun stories that I adored reading.
Soon I was lost in this man.
So sure he was my Dream Man.
Every so often my heart
would whisper a word of caution,
to be careful, for such temptation,
there had to be a catch.
I had pushed this word of caution away,
not wanting to believe it.
I just wanted a few more moments
of happiness to last while it could.
I was naive then,
I was blind to what I could not see.
For the dream like aura that
surrounded him when I talked with him stayed,
but soon it drifted away in a tearing wind.
All that was left in my mind was a man I knew nothing about.
A man I made in my mind and thought I knew.