It’s time to take your love back from those who hurt you; from those who never understood how to protect someone who cared as deeply as you did. It’s time to take those pieces, the shards of heart and hope, from the hands of those who do not deserve to hold them any longer. It…
motherspreciousgemsI want you to remember the good parts. The parts that felt like they would never end. Those were the parts I’ve always held onto.And I hope you hold onto them too. I hope you remember the first time we kissed. My legs were shaking, and my lips were trembling. But I remember not being scared…
This is my first post. I am here to vent and rant.
Do you ever wonder how many times you use these words every day? They’re routine, right? But for some people, people like me, they’re the hardest part of my ‘routine’.
I googled ‘Introvert’ and it gave me, ‘a shy, reticent person’.
It also gave me the following-
|:||reserved, withdrawn, introverted, restrained, inhibited, diffident, shy,modest, unassuming, shrinking, distant, undemonstrative, wouldn’t say boo to a goose;|
Well, that’s definitely me. I’m an introvert I think excessively. I don’t talk much. I’m bad with small talk and I hate it to death. Books are my paradise, words are my voice. I am a very much private person, i have numerous walls and layers around my heart which seems almost impossible for anyone on this planet to break down. I overthink a lot. I observe everything. I take mental pictures of someone’s smile or the brown of their eyes and how breathtaking they look under sunlight and of the way people look at the people they are in love with and of the moon and of the perfect bokeh produced by the traffic signals and the cars’ headlights when i’m not wearing my glasses.
I feel every person i meet has a history with me, even nothing worth remembering but there is always something I remember about everyone. It’s a trait, i guess. I am fond of keeping memories safe in the microprocessor of my brain. I read people and their actions.
I need my space. I need to be completely comfortable around someone in order to talk to them. I don’t let people in, you see. Only if they try hard enough to break those walls. I can’t help it. And it’s been a while someone has made an effort for me, it’s been a while no one has come along and I am doing perfectly fine all by myself but I am just a little afraid, I don’t want to be concrete. I don’t want to be cold or feeling-less.