"She's the one"

Finding love is a hard thing. Some people are built for it, but most of us aren't. Let's face it, most of the people reading this are introverts, and introverts don't have a very famous reputation on getting people to date you. We hate crowds. We hate socializing in groups. We are the type of beings who like to spend alone time, usually in our bedrooms like goblins in a cave. Thus, this makes it harder for us to try and find love. 

 introverts are split into several sections:  

Social: people who like to spend in small gatherings 

Thinking: self-reflective and deep in thought 

Anxious: awkward 

restraint: reserved 

This essentially makes it hard for us to gain close connections with people. Good case, we usually get friends by growing up with them from kindergarten or elementary institutions. Worst case, you're going to another school. In my case, I was put in the worst. Making friends was hard. I had to fake to be a person I'm not in front of people to leave a good first impression, but let's not worry about that, since this is a so-called love story. 

It took a few months and I finally settled. I got a couple of friends now. They might behave like crackhead addicts at times, but you know they got your back. Lifes been good; New high school, new friends and new home. Even though it's peaceful, there's still a small hole in my chest. Right now, it's a small hole so let's just ignore that at the moment. 

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The school had an event where people went to go camping. It was in a very rural area. There was peace, quiet and wifi, basically an introverts heaven. Although majority of our schedule requires our phones to be taken away, I didn't mind. I had my friends to talk to..... 

ok so.... I got lost with my friends. I didn't know where they were.

It started getting more awkward and awkward since I was alone, but then this was where it went interesting. 

"Hey"  A girl spoke to me. (lets call her lisa)

My introverted mind's natural instinct was to respond with "piss off"  but I tried being nice so I restrained saying it out. 

I responded back with

 "hey"

What's thought as a short one word conversation slowly gained it's flow by a few follow up questions. Lisa and I seemed to hit it off pretty well, which was weird. As the day went on, I started to enjoy her presence even though we just talked. We seemed to manage long conversations about deep/weird stuff but.. 

Out of nowhere a weird thought came in:

"she's the one." 

Hold up. No no no no no no. This can't be happening right now. She's just a friend. We like talking and debating about stuff. Conversations became a bit easier with her, thats all. It probably because I.. 

I.. 

I... 

Ah crap, I now like this person. 

Liking is easy, confessing is hard.

Through this one day interaction with her, my mind suddenly couldn't stop thinking about her. I still remember that night, my mind was filled of "what ifs" with her. You might be reading this and say I'm creepy, but you guys know what I mean right?

After that one night, It was time to pack up and go. By the time I arrived back at home, I was a changed man.

....

Remember how I talked about a small hole in my chest?

I think that just grew a bit bigger.