Introverts don’t want to be in love; we only love our loneliness. We even love it. When we are alone, we see colors differently. We have time to pause and literally see an image, a smell, or a stranger’s face. We notice more when we are alone; images dissolve like cinematic images before our eyes. When we are in our company, time does not slip through our hands; nothing can take us far from places where our minds wander. Nowhere we have to be; There is no one to show off, take away from our dreams.
Introverts don’t want to be in love; closed people do not want to spend time with people they appreciate. We just enjoy being with the world. We want to be able to discover it without being distracted from the beauty of the world. We just haven’t found anyone we can do these things together yet; Because these people are rare and weird, they are stuck somewhere in the same way.
So it’s hard to find someone who respects our need for depth, curiosity, and silence – someone who leaves us alone when they see us gazing at the sea for more than five minutes. That our homes are an oasis for us; It’s hard to find someone who understands that books and blankets are always superior to the noise of the city. It’s hard to find someone in a beautiful place who can understand what it means to just sit and breathe. It’s hard to find someone who is just as deeply connected as we are. Only one who understands – without words, explanation, without sacrifice. Only the one who understands.
Introverts don’t want to be in love; It’s hard to find someone who doesn’t just rush into our silence. It’s hard to find someone who doesn’t rush to the world.