Through the eye of an Introvert

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.

             Never apologize for being sensitive or emotional. Being able to feel, observe, assess and understand emotions in a profound way only gives you strength. Being sensitive allows you to know exactly how you’re doing, how you’re feeling, what you’re planning and what your biggest fears are.  Being an introvert, I can feel the slightest changes in one’s behavior. I can detect when people change the way they talk to me or the way they look at me. And I never apologize for being sensitive. As for me, being sensitive is a way of telling people not to underestimate me. I may not be good at being social but when it comes to emotions, I can tell things about you that even you cannot put into words.  I’ve seen people who handle their emotions in ways others cannot even imagine and I’ve seen people getting all messed up in their emotions and turning them into prisons. They hold on to their grief, despair, fear, loneliness or whatev...