What would you say?

I wonder what you would say if you found out that I like you.

I’ve been pondering on that thought for quite a while now. I really don’t know how to tell you, though; it’s something out the blue, despite it being true. Maybe you’re reading this right now, and you’d think, “Oh, it’s another one of your shenanigans. I wonder what it is now.”

…

Even if faded jeans are what I wear nowadays, the blue is still there. Still existing. What would happen if you checked its fabric, if you got more closer? What’s broken is broken, what’s faded has gone away; but that doesn’t mean it still can’t be used up ‘till today.

And up to now, I still don’t know what to say.