Blue-tinted

No idea

You have no idea how much i wanted to ask you out, but i hardly keep it up to myself.

You will never visit this book anymore, i guess. So let me write anything here without worrying you'll read it one day. What a shame of me.

I lied. I still have a lot of wishes for you. Some good wishes, some good hopes for you to live a life that you're always ask for.

In the end i will always be a loser for not telling you everything i had towards you. But you never bother to care anyway, right?