It’s not that introverts don’t want to fall in love. It’s just that our solitude is stunning. Breathtaking, actually. We see colors differently when we are alone. We have the time to pause and look and truly devour a scene, a smell, a stranger’s face. We notice more things when we’re alone, scenes unfold before our eyes like cinematic paintings. Time doesn’t slip away like sand between our toes when we are our own company. It lingers on a little longer, for a few extra seconds, with nothing taking us away from where our minds have wandered and what we are experiencing. We don’t have an arm tugging at ours when we are alone — we have nowhere to be, no one to put on a show for, no one to drag us out of the dreams we weave.
It’s not that introverts don’t want to fall in love; it’s not that introverts don’t want to spend time in the company of someone we admire. It’s just that we enjoy the company of the world more. It’s just that we want to discover it all without ever being pulled from its trance, from its beauty. It’s just that we haven’t found someone who can do that with us, for those people are rare and strange and often tucked away in a similar fashion.
See, it’s painfully hard to find someone who respects our need for depth, for curiosity, for quiet; someone who leaves us be when they see us staring at the ocean five minutes longer than anyone really should. It’s hard to find someone who understands that our homes are an oasis, that books and blankets and backyards filled with pine trees will always win over the loudness and the intensity of a night on the town. It’s hard to find someone who understands what it means to sit, in a beautiful place, and simply breathe it in. It’s hard to find someone who connects as deeply as us, someone whose own heart beats to the music of a softer drum. Someone who simply gets it — without words, without explanation, without sacrifice. Someone who knows.
It’s not that introverts don’t want to fall in love. It’s just hard to find someone who doesn’t rush, rush, rush us in our quiet. It’s just hard to find someone who doesn’t rush, rush, rush the world.