I love her lips. I love kissing them and biting them. And her tongue, I love that too. I love when our tongues are wrestling with each other, caressing each other… I love that. I love when she pulls me in closer when we’re kissing and she grips onto my jacket. And when we’re holding hands… I could kiss her until my lips went numb, until they hurt. I have kissed her until they were numb, until they hurt. Is it possible to crave someone? Because I do. I crave her hands and her smile, I crave her lips and her laugh… Fucking hell, I crave her.

-Oko Ninjah (confessions from my amateur heart)

Don't ask me if I love her... Because if I say yes, that'd be a lie because I don't even know what love is or what it feels like. But if I say no, if wouldn't be the truth because I don't know, really. All I know is that this is more. It's more than just like. It's more than... Anything I've ever had with anyone before. And I don't even know how to process that. She is more than everything right now and I am less - I'm just, me. So, don't ask me if I love her.

Oko Ninjah (confessions from my amateur heart)

It only mattered because of her. It no longer matters...

Oko Ninjah (confessions from my amateur heart)