For me, Petrichor is the best part of rainy season. The blank pages and a cup of of hot coffee will make the season even be more perfect. It is a deal then. As the rain pouring, I love to sit at a place close to glass window. See far at distance, feeling my soul free, ignoring the busy world for a while.
Since I was born introvert, I always enjoy a moment of being alone. I am not a loner, I love to engage my self with people. Yet spending the time with my only self is a need sometime, to think or write something, to heal the wound I have, or to make my self calm after the anger.
Introvert is really a thing at first. I have to manage my mood swing. I have to urge my self to interact with other even when I don't want to. But after making a deal with my self and rebuilding the concept, I think being introvert is really brilliant.
Let's change the topic anyway. Do you have an idea what would that be if an introvert is in love?
When an introvert is in love, everytime she sees rain, she sees you. Everytime she smells petrichor, she feels you. When she hears the sound of rain drops, she hears your name is screamed out. She doesn't understand why does everything she does is related to you. It is true that something wrong overwhelms her. She knows that she is hyperbolic. Then just tell her what should she do?
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