Jodoh Feeling Introvert 소설 & 이야기

"Hey, you're one of the nicest people I know. He won't think it's a mistake to be your friend." Rosie sighed. Her worries were nowhere near gone nor was she any more reassured. After thanking and saying goodbye to Simon, she was left alone in the library with nothing but her overthinking mind. It was different with Simon. He himself was much like Rosie- not having very many friends and preferring to spend their time alone, being introverted and very social. It was why they got along so well; they understood each other, didn't have to pretend to be anyone but themselves when they were together, and they related to or at least understood each others problems and worries.

He leans back in his chair, sighing. “I’m just picky,” Javan says quietly, looking straight ahead. “Well, maybe picky isn’t the right word. I’m… particular. I’m too intense for a lot of people. I’m big into romance and I believe in soulmates and I feel all of my feelings really strongly. It usually scares everyone away. After a while, I kind of stopped trying.” “Oh,” Addison says, blinking. That is not the answer she was expecting. “Yeah,” Javan says, laughing sadly. “It’s kind of pathetic.”

With that, he heads into the shop, leaving me leaning against the car as Jude stays inside, silently waiting. I cross my arms over my chest and try to imagine what it would be like to be his real wife. Would this day be romantic for us if it were true? Would I feel differently about everything? Jaydon has this interesting side to him. He may seem distant, even cold at times, but there’s definitely a more romantic side buried somewhere in there. It’s not something you’d expect from someone like him, but then again, he does love reading romance books, which says a lot, doesn’t it?

I'll love you till my last breath. We are different. Very different. And that's the most beautiful part of our relationship. We complete each other. We compliment each other. While you are full of life, I am an introvert. While you are a shopaholic, I am a miser. While you believe in investing in experiences, I believe in investing. While I forget everything post-fight, you keep a manual in your head (every woman, I guess). I have learned so much from you. You make me a better person.

Although I'm aware that it’s rude not to answer at all, I still don’t want to. “Mitch was searching for you. You just left without a word.” That’s because I wanted to be alone! And now you ruined it! I can’t explain it well but whenever I expose myself to people too much, I feel exhausted and would often need more me time to be able to replenish my energy after all that socializing. Maybe it’s because I’m like an introvert. I don’t hate people, but I think that might change right now. Ezra’s walking in front of me with both his arms behind his back. “Isn’t it cool? Walking at night like this?”

I heard Dion's low voice from the side. I hummed as an answer. "How did you know?" He let a heartily laugh. "I'm an introvert." That made me turn my gaze at him. "Come again?" "I said, I'm an introvert. Aside from arts, books are my thing as well. Their addictive scent sents energy in me." With that, my mood instantly changed. I start talking to him about the books he loves, his favorite, did he already read that or this, I was hyped up by knowing that he is an introvert.

They went to the lounge and sat on the couches together. Sitting close to each other. “Tell me, where have you been hiding?” lindy smiled shyly. “At the office, I enjoy being alone and working on what needs to be done. I am an introvert, you see, and things like these are not my scene.” She man smiled at her. He has been looking for a woman like this for a while, one that works and would challenge him intellectually. Not just spending his money, but one who knows how to make it as well.

This should mean I was given away, so I want to find my parents, just to know why they did that to me. I grew up as an introverted person. I never go out with friends or clubs at all. I could hardly share my problems with anyone, I didn't see any special person to talk about my problem with. But I got into fights most of the time because of my temper, and I have amazing strength. Perhaps my strength is what God gave me in compensation to what my parents did to me.

This realization filled me with joy. Though our intimate encounters often left me physically exhausted and drained, they also brought me immense happiness, reinforcing the depth of Jethro’s affection. I knew that his desire to be with me stemmed from genuine feelings. Had he not cared for me, he likely wouldn't have continued having intimate moments with me.

When Jordan saw, that Jarvis was hesitating to speak, he understood Jarvis’ attitude immediately, and he could not help but feel a little disappointed in his heart for a moment. He had hoped that Jarvis could become his confidant, but Jarvis was only loyal to him, and he had always been unwilling to be too friendly with him. This also made Jordan feel a little lonely in his heart. He was already old, and his family was full of entanglements. However, there was no one around him whom he could have a heartfelt talk with. It was difficult to find someone with a credible personality and good temper, and it was even rarer that he had nothing to do with anyone else in the family. However, the othe