I LOVE BURNING

The cycle between love and hate feels unending. Some days, the love she has for him is overwhelming, flooding her mind with memories of the warmth they shared, the laughter that echoed in their quiet spaces. In those moments, she forgets the hurt, the way his words sliced through her like glass. She remembers only the good, convincing herself that maybe, just maybe, it's enough. Yet, the hurt always returns, reminding her of the loneliness that lingers even when he's close. She hates him for making her feel like she's never enough, always chasing something just out of reach. It's the small things that hurt the most—the silence, the emptiness between them. She wishes she could fully hate him, that the pain would numb the love she still holds, but no matter how deep the wounds go, the love remains. She's trapped, constantly torn between her heart and mind, unable to move forward or let go. The love and hate have become intertwined, leaving her stuck in this relentless battle, unable to break free.

WHAT DO INTROVERTS DO WHEN THEY FALL IN LOVE?
          
          Trust me, they have the most beautiful encounters with love.
          Introverts, when fall for someone, fall too hard. It's like a sharp blow, a havoc in their serene world.
          They have never let anyone too close, except for a few friends, and suddenly, you're violating all their borders.
          They want to stop you, they want to resist you every bit, cause they know you have the capacity to affect them like no one else. They are too soft, too vulnerable with their feelings.
          And yet, you're there, painting their small, dimly lit world into all sorts of bright rainbow colors. Damn, they wish they could throw you out of their cocoon, but you're so good, they cannot help.
          Suddenly all those love-lorn songs make sense to them.
          You are the romance to them, that they thought would never scent their life, the fairytale they thought they'd never receive.
          Before they realize, they are waiting for your calls. They try to keep the conversations going, but are terrible at it.
          They steal glances at you, at least they think so. If you're alert enough, you'd know they actually are staring. Plain, innocent staring.
          So many of introverts are infact great painters, writers, musicians, etc. If you want to know if they really care about you, closely observe their art, it is their way of expressing everything that they'd rather not express.
          And yes, they won't make the first move. They won't approach first, how much ever love-sick they are.
          How to deal with them: you can't. Give them time, give them space, and let them come at their own pace.
          The reason introverts have the most beautiful versions of love is, they don't allow people to taint it or the world to contaminate it. They embrace love in the most sincere way: pure and innocent.