I think saying something like this is true for me, maybe it's true for some of you...
This: INFPs would make great lovers if at first they love and accept themselves as they are.
I'm starting to think more about this loving and accepting nature of myself, and it's not that it's difficult, per se, it just feels silly. I accept my faults, they make me humans, My good traits sometimes go over my head, but I know they're there. But they don't feel as real as the bad stuff that I accept. What's with that?
I know we're supposed to be the most romantic types, being so sensitive to other people, but, for me at this point this has remained drastically unfulfilled. It appears my only wrongdoing is letting the feeling stay in me for so long, almost like my feelings for someone (when I'm away from them) are burning with such a force that it just makes me love myself to a crazy extent. Then, when thinking of the person, they're just an echo of that.
God damn it I'm not making sense. Am I?