It’s nearly midnight and, I suppose, you are probably asleep. The last thing that will cross your mind is whether miles away from where you live, someone (you barely know) is thinking about you. It’s strange, when I am sitting opposite you, I don’t feel anything but here I sit in my bedroom, thinking about you. Your smile, often vacant from your face, is etched in my head. I barely remember your voice but I remember the butterflies in my stomach when I hear it. The feeling of satisfaction I get when you look at me, that time—the first time—when you looked at me. Perhaps, I’ve been mistaking it for a mutual attraction but deep down, I pray that you feel the same as I do. A million different scenarios play out in my head, on a daily basis, about how we will come together. Right now, I feel like they will come true. But then again, it’s nearly midnight so, perhaps, I’ve lost my mind in dreariness of my life and the drowsiness enveloping my eyes.