Jean-Daniel Francoeur

Don’t Fall In Love With The Quirky Introverted Girl

Don’t fall in love with a quirky introverted girl. She’ll take you by surprise.

Don’t fall in love with a quirky introverted girl, because she will consume you. She doesn’t hold anything back. Everything about her is intense—her art, her conversation, her passion, the way she gives you her body, so intense.

You may leave her because you’re not a big enough force to flow alongside her. There’s not enough room for her never-ending heart in yours.

Don’t fall in love with a quirky introverted girl if you can’t hold space for all that she is and all that she wants to be with you. You’ll think maybe she’s nothing much. She’s too unbalanced to fit into your busy life.

She doesn’t really have a knack for conventional work and is definitely not a morning person.

She rolls around in your blankets. She pulls and tugs at all your sheets at night. She startles awake to the sound of your alarm. She reaches for the snooze button and falls abruptly back to sleep.

She scrambles again at the same alarm five minutes later, and five minutes after that—and five minutes after that.

She ruffles her coiled black hair, mumbling something about how 9 to 5 isn’t really her thing.

She flops out of bed. Naked. Bottom bouncing behind her. She reluctantly gets ready for her day job until she can figure out how to make some real money from being creative.

She sits on the toilet and yells at you, “Come and hear the dream I had!” “Come listen to my story idea!” You think, it’s too early for this shit.

She journals, she prays, she closes her eyes to the sun, letting the rays energize her.

She goes outside barefooted and digs her toes into the ground. She caresses trees.

Don’t fall in love with a quirky introverted girl. She talks to animals and cries through almost every movie, even when the villain dies, because she’s sure he just had a lousy childhood and needs love too.

She doesn’t talk much with anyone else, but she won’t shut up with you. In the middle of the night, she has ideas. In the afternoon, she is thinking, and especially in the bathroom. She loves to burst through the door declaring she’s found the meaning of life while you’re just trying to take a dump.

You never have normal conversations anymore, but weirdly enough, you’re starting not to mind.

You may go willingly, or she may drag you to a contemporary art show where you stand uncomfortably while people are miming around you.

You may go to drumming circles, poetry readings, musicals, plays, yelling circles, nude painting workshops, cat meowing classes, or maybe just for a drink or two.

Other times, you wonder if she’s even there at all. She retreats. She withdraws into her corner, reading her book or looking out the window. Sometimes she seems solemn, and sometimes she just does her own thing for hours on end.

You look from afar, wondering if there’s something you need to do, but there’s nothing. She’s there, you’re there, there’s silence, and that’s okay.

You may think she’s absolutely ridiculous, absurd, and outrageous, then one day, you start to reminisce about her smile.

It creeps up, then it starts rushing in.

You think about her laugh, the way her eyes light up when she’s telling a story, the way she gets under your skin.

Don’t fall in love with a quirky introverted girl, because she will consume you. She doesn’t hold anything back. Everything about her is intense—her art, her conversation, her passion, the way she gives you her body, so intense.

It might be too much. There’s an unknown danger in exposing your heart like this.

You may leave her because you’re not a big enough force to flow alongside her. There’s not enough room for her in your heart. And so she is left alone again to her solitude, back to the world she created.

She’ll be alright. She’ll bounce back, as she always does.

You’ll never forget her. Enjoy her and set her free if you can’t hold all that she is.

Don’t fall in love with a quirky introverted girl if you can’t hold space for her in your heart.

If you can’t hold space for all that she is and all she wanted to be with you.