The idea that I need to meet a true romantic like myself just set itself deeper

I'm romantic like 70% of the time, people I meet only set aside time and energy for 10% or less than myself... Does it have to do with being a true artist? Many know art, but few know artistry. It's not something you bring forth. It's not a feeling you have sometimes. It's shackles that bind you, which you can not escape. It tethers you to a cruel reality where you're separated from everything else, where love is the only language you know, and the only experience worth having. Everything else is shit.