Loving An Introvert Novels & Stories

I narrate to him and he just nod. "Oh sorry... but you know you are so brave" He said to me and I feel comfortable talking to him. I don't know why. "Nah, don't be sorry it was all in the past, now my target is to find my real family" I said to him. "Yeah, I hope you find your family soon... you know we were almost the same, I am also adopted but for me I have no recollection from my past so it's hard to find my real family. So, I cherish mother because she was all that I have" he said to me.

“Well, I have no idea on what the perceptions are. I’m not in your head, after all. You’re the only one that knows, so tell me, what vein do you see me? What’s your perception of me?” The tone in his voice tells me this question is beyond just a question. A part of me strongly feel he cares about my opinions, but I know that is too good to be true. “I see you in a not so bright light, sincerely. I perceive you as a complicated person, I see you as someone who hates people and is totally disgusted by anything related to love.” “You also seem to be a bunch of an introvert. I don’t necessarily hate you for this, though.” “Then tell me, what do you hate me for?”

"Yes, tell me more." "Okay," He said, taking a moment before continuing. "Well, I'm an introvert, I don't like to talk much, but I like pizza and I like leather jackets, and I like being in quiet places." The more he listed, the more I was shocked. "Oh my god. You are just like my boyfriend, he likes all those things and even pizza." "That's nice. I would love to meet him. He seems like a great guy," He said, smiling at me.

Does it have to be that high? An intruding hand touches mine and brings me back to the here and now. I look down and then I look at the boy next to me, who intertwines his hand with mine. "So that is just for you don't get lost" he says, as an explanation for his action. I'm not going to get lost. I mean, pretending to be defensive. Sometimes he treats me like a kid, too, I don't like people doing that, but, I have to admit, he's cute.

I love that, and I love that Nate is just as attentive and loving as his dad. Don't get me wrong, my family is amazing too. But we're all grown, and my childhood was mainly spent inside a therapist's office, where I had to sit down and talk about my traumas. Nate’s family… they have a way of making me feel at ease, and Nate has especially been there for me when I most needed someone to cry on. He's more than amazing, and he's mine… all mine. I smile, hitting my lip as I feel a surge of butterflies invade my stomach as he wraps his hands around my waist, pulling me against him as he takes my lips on his softly. God, he makes me melt. I love this guy so much.

"Yeah, that's why you don't say I love you, why you don't take compliments well, and why you tend to be a loner even in a huge family like what you have. If you keep to yourself and never give them a piece of you to take…" I interrupt her. "I get to keep all the pieces of myself and control what I give to who and when. But that's the problem." "Why, why is it the problem? We're so close to something here, Mandy." "I don't ever give it," I cry again. "I don't ever give any of myself away, and the people I do love are left with a tiny sliver of the real person I am. Meanwhile, I constantly think I'm a problem and continue to retreat into myself, so that I don't feel like a problem."

We all chorused, "Yes!" "Love isn't possession or mania, it's a cognitive act, it's the only way to grasp the innermost core of personality," Belinda added.

you love the quiet corners and silence. "Oh...oh," was Meg's reply "Shocked you, haven't I" Meg nodded. "No one has ever described me as accurately as that. It's incredible. I mean, everyone sees me as a introvert without any desire for real fun. Only Juliet tries to take me out to parties and social outings. I love my space, but there are sometimes I just want to- "Let loose? Be free? Throw inhibitions and caution to the wind without a care in the world?"

“What made you say that you two have different perspectives?” “I’ve been keeping tabs on her. I know it sounds creepy, but I mean no harm.” “It’s alright. Tell me about her.” Jesus, where do I start? I cleared my throat. “She’s straightforward, funny, quirky, beautiful, but what enticed me...” Enticed? Jesus. I wanted to hit myself in the head. “...is her loose-tongued sharpness. I know not most men like that quality in a woman, but I like her just the way she is.” Whatever her reasons for avoiding a relationship, I wouldn’t stop until I figured it out. “I have different views about sex. I want a deeper intimate connection with my sexual partner as much as possible, or at least I trust her w

Dallas, on the other hand, seems to be enjoying it without a care in the world. “Can I ask you something personal?” Dallas asks. “Shoot.” “Why aren’t you dating anyone?” My cheeks burn. This is an embarrassing question. What if he thinks that I’m so weird that nobody wants me or something? “I’m a very introverted person, at least when it comes to strangers, and it’s hard for me to meet new people.” “Ah, so you want to date but just haven’t found the right person?” “Not really,” I say, pausing to chew and swallow. “The last guy I dated was a psychopath, so I’m on a break from the dating world.”