Hi, I’m an INFJ.
When I first meet you, I’ll give you my smile. My big smile. The one that comes from my heart.
Then, when you start sharing your deepest, intimate secrets with me, I’ll give you my attention. All my attention. I may even brush your arm or squeeze your hand.
It’s what INFJs do.
We also tend to look at noses and mouths instead of eyes. This, I’ve been told, is considered sensual behaviour. Again, I’m just being an INFJ. It’s not my intention to seduce. It’s not my intention to become your best friend. It’s never my intention to get so under your skin you weep when I say I’m leaving. Because that’s what happens. Always happens. And it tears my heart to pieces.
Because I’m an INFJ.
I’m sorry I’m intense.
I’m sorry you fell for my intensity.
I’m sorry I don’t feel the same for you.
I’m just being me.
I’m so sorry.
*If you’d like to know more about INFJs or the Myers Briggs Personality Types follow this link