i guess i understand my love i little bit better

I want someone to worship.
Not that I DON'T worship people already.
I love my friends more than they are probably comfortable with.
I'm obsessed with them, I envy their existence and long to understand how someone could be so beautiful.
So perfect.
Because they ARE perfect. They don't think of themselves as such, but they are.
Even in their imperfections, all they do is subliminally call me closer.
Closer than they actually want me.
We are just FRIENDS after all.
And while friends can be as family, they cannot be as one.
That's the difference.
I want to be devoured, but I'm surrounded by people who aren't willing to devour me.
All of them set up such far away boundaries, ones which I respect, but can't help but loath.
I want someone who will hear me call them perfect and not argue back.
I want someone who will know they are essencial to my existence and consider that good.
I want someone who will let me study what makes them happy, what makes them pleased, in every sense, and give that to them as much as I like.
If they will give me the same pleasure back, that's secondary, although it would be nice.
The center of this desire of mine is to give, though. Not to receive.

I know it's cheesy to compare a lover to a god, but humanity is my god.
Is it wrong to be sad when I'm not allowed to thoroughly worship it?