It's 1AM and her thoughts are filled with him. His face. His smile. His eyes. It seemed as if she was in this deep madness of feelings, love, and doubt... Maybe she already was. She wouldn't consider this as love, no. It was too early for that. They have not even known each other for more than 6 months. But it seemed like she had known him for forever. They would interact like long time friends, and maybe even more. Her fragile heart skips a beat whenever he's in sight. Her stomach fills up with things. Butterflies. "Hello," he'd say. "Hey." She would reply back. After, she'd feel stupid of what she has said to him, even if there was no reason to. She would worry about how she acted towards him. If she was too awkward, or too clingy. Everything about him made her feel so insecure about herself. How she looked, how she talked, and how she thinks she would never be good enough for him. "It doesn't matter to me," he'd say. But it does to her. It matters if she likes the same things as him. It matters how much they have in common. It matters how much he has an impact on her. It matters how much she cared about him. He wouldn't feel the same,she thought. Maybe she was right. Maybe she was wrong. But her instincts did not matter at the moment. She was too caught up of what he would think, what he would do. Especially, what he would feel about her. She knows it would be too good to be true. He seems so high above when she is so down low. She knows that's it's not true, he's told her before. But the madness of doubt take over her. "Goodnight, just pray." He messaged her one last time. Relief and happiness take over her this very minute. Happiness that she thought would never come between them, but did. It's now 2AM and her thoughts are still filled with him.