She was my first friend my second mother my human diary my watcher and advisor. Always there for me As we grew up together For all the wrongs I did she was the one to cover She knew all my secrets kept them safe from father I Never showed her affection or told how much she mattered It's still a secret, that I always looked up to her We argued, always fought Couldn't Stand each other, But now when I think It was love altogether. knowing she'd be married and soon gone from here, something inside me dies Right then and there. However much we fought I do not care For without you, sister It won't be the same. Ever.
You might think of Introverts as shy and boring, but we see the world in a different way, a rather unique way. We have a universe of our own in our minds. We notice the little things that most people miss, we don't just observe people we study them. This is the world Through the eye of an Introvert.