Emma sat by her window, holding her phone tightly.
Ryan's voice still echoed in her mind from the night before.
She felt happy… but also confused.
She had never fallen for someone she had never seen before.
That night, when Ryan called, Emma sounded a little quiet.
"Are you okay?" Ryan asked gently.
Emma hesitated. "Ryan… do you ever wonder what I look like?"
Ryan paused. His heart tightened.
"Sometimes," he replied honestly. "But I don't think it matters much."
Emma sighed. "I know. But people always say looks are important. What if… what if we imagine something different?"
Ryan smiled softly, hiding his fear.
"I believe feelings are more real than imagination," he said.
Emma felt comforted, yet a small doubt stayed in her heart.
She wasn't doubting Ryan.
She was doubting herself.
"What if I get hurt?" she thought.
"What if this is only a dream?"
Ryan sensed her silence.
"Emma," he said quietly, "whatever happens, I'm glad I met you."
Her eyes filled with emotion.
"Me too," she whispered.
They ended the call gently, but both lay awake for a long time.
Emma realized something important that night—
She was afraid… because she cared.
And Ryan realized something too—
Sooner or later, he would have to tell her the truth.
The night remained silent, but their hearts were louder than ever.