As an introvert, it isn’t that I don’t want to fall in
love. It’s just that my solitude is stunning. I see colours differently when I
am alone. I always have to find the time to pause, look and truly devour a
scene and/or smell from someone’s face. I notice more things when I’m alone, I
feel more usual when I’m with myself. Happiness
seems to linger a little longer, even for a few extra seconds when nobody
is around. I don’t have to put on that mask to put on the smile on, to do things
that require me to gather my energy that could probably last me for 3 days.
However, it isn’t that I don’t want to fall in love; it’s
not that I don’t enjoy spending time in the company of someone. I just felt more
myself when I am all alone or probably I hadn’t find another introvert that
could do all these with me, I hadn’t find another rare and strange human being
like me. It’s indeed painfully hard to find someone who respects my need for
depth, for curiosity, for that quiet moment, someone who would leave me when he
sees me pushing everyone away.
It’s even more impossible to find someone who simply gets
it – without words, without explanation,
without sacrifice. Someone who knows the words behind the silence. It isn’t
that I don’t want to fall in love, it’s just impossible to find someone who
doesn’t constantly wants to pull us out of the quiet world. It’s just hard to find someone who doesn’t
rush you in the world.
