Loving An Introvert Novels & Stories

Aside from that, it was my promise to my dad before he passed away, so I gave her the chance to live with her. It just proved that everything really happens for a reason. My father had gone but she came. I realized that it was meant to happen for me not to live alone in this world. But I only proved that we’re totally opposite. I’m straightforward but she’s reserved. I love going out, but she’s an introvert who loves staying inside her room the whole day. She’s nice and sweet though. That’s why it wasn’t hard to be close to her. However, hearing what she said earlier shocked me and made me think twice about her personality of being an introvert.

“I really do not care about other people’s opinion about me when it comes to things like this. I mean, I am not wearing the necklace for them. I am wearing it for me.” The lady scribbled something down on her note book and looked back up at me. “Do you feel a connection to it?” “Yes, I do. I feel my mother’s love emanating from it.” Not entirely true. “How would you best describe yourself?” I fiddled with the black stone around my neck as if asking it for answers. “Well, reserved. I’m an introvert. I like my personal space to be respected and prefer having little to no friends. I like reading.”

Rachel slouched her shoulders as she said sadly, “It is hard making new friends at Stainton; everybody is busy with their own thing, and besides, I am one who you can classify as an introvert; Ruby and Janet said so; they wanted that I stick to them most of the time.” “You sure do love this, your friends, don’t you?” I heaved a sigh and looked over at this gullible human. “Well, you need new friends who won’t lie to you; I won’t say more than that, but I still have no reason why you would end yourself if that is the only thing they said to you. I mean, what am I even saying? Of course, you find this enough reason to.” “There is actually something else; it’s my boy—”

I was a very introvert guy, I don't talk too much or probably I don't give people more chance into my life" My parents was always busy with work. My twin sister was in a boarding school. I hardly have my parents attention, if I need my parents attention I don't get the slightest chance from them. Then, I know I lacked love, I've always wanted my parents love but I was not given chance" /// Fourteen Years ago\\\ I was sitting at my usual spot,thinking about so many things. All of a sudden I sense someone presence,I turned and saw her smiling at me,instead I frown my face at her. "Why was she smiling and moreover how did she know this place?" I thought

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.

I never want him to look at me thinking I am weak or I am not strong enough. I hate it from anyone, but for Sab it was more than that, because the person you love is the person you want to show how good you are. You are afraid if they see your weak side, they will leave you or think that you are no good. They deserve better than you. The thought of them thinking something like this itself is so hurting. I walked out of the lift and went straight out of the restaurant. I was about to get in a cab but a grip on my hand pulled me back as I turned, I saw Sab panting heavily.

He scratched the back of his neck. "But you said you love me." He pouted. "Be my boyfriend first!" "Okay, okay!" He knelt again, still pouting. "Will you be my—" "Yes!" I answered immediately. A wide smile was shown on his face and he hugged me. "I love you so damn much, Gold." He whispered through my ear. Being an introvert may seem satisfying. But there are some people who still longs for more rather than staying in the room, locked up and just playing games.

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.

It was kinda weird, but yeah that’s me – a total introvert. I just loved staying at home, especially in my own safe haven. I never let anyone enter my room apart from the dad and my male servant. Well, according to the doctor, I was diagnosed with a rare condition wherein I suffered from extreme extroversion. I never wanted to meet another person, I hated being in the spotlight, I hate someone looking at me. I hate conversing with people. I was more of a loner but not sad, and I was one of the rare persons with this kind of situation. I hate school but I love learning. And speaking of school, I stopped attending school because of my condition. I never wanted to be with the crowd, not because

Okay, I wanted her to leave earlier but now that we have started talking, I feel quite completely in her presence. I stand up from my chair and stroll towards her. "No, don't say that. You did not disturb me at all. Infact, I kind of like your presence." I say while scratching my nape. "You know, what I mean. We have a lot in common. So, I guess we can be good friends?" I say more like ask. I don't have much friends, just one best friend from high school and besides that not even one friend in college. You can tell that I am an introvert by nature seeing as I don't have much friends in my life. I don't even to someone first by myself. And making friends is not my virtue, to say the least. Bu