From Singapore to the World: A Journey of Lesbian Love Across The Globe

Chapter 1: Serena - The Girl That Set the Stage

Fit introduced me to Serena. It all started with a photograph. I was instantly captivated. Her smile, her eyes, her presence in those pictures — they had me hooked. We started messaging, and within three days, we hit it off. The sweet texts we exchanged felt like the start of something special, something real. But looking back, it was all an illusion.

Our connection was never meant to be.

As time went on, the feeling that Serena had someone else grew stronger. Maybe it was someone from her past, or maybe I was just being paranoid. There was no proof, but little things started to add up—small hesitations, conversations cut short. I told myself I was imagining it, that if I gave her more time, she'd fully open up to me. But deep down, I knew something was off. Still, I couldn't help falling for her, even as doubt quietly gnawed at the edges of my hope.

We met through a mutual friend I matched with on Tinder, and things escalated quickly—sexting, followed by an unspoken agreement that we would meet in a hotel room. I wanted it, but it felt rushed. The first time we met in person, I asked her to be my girlfriend right after we had sex. She agreed, and I thought I had everything I wanted. She was my first girlfriend. But reality hit fast.

What followed was a downward spiral.

Our relationship was built on a foundation of miscommunication and uncertainty. Constant fights, accusations, and moments of disconnect. She would tell me not to fly to meet her in Sarawak, which is where she is from, refuse to let me pick her up when she arrives in Singapore, and even borrow money from me without hesitation for her travel expenses. I began to feel like a sidekick in her life, like someone she kept around for convenience while someone else played the starring role.

It all blew up one day over the phone. We were supposed to meet, and she was pulling away again, making excuses not to see me. I'd heard them all before. I'd been patient, giving her the benefit of the doubt, but this time, I was done. I snapped. I screamed at her. Everything I'd been bottling up — the frustration, the confusion, the heartache — came rushing out. I couldn't hold it in any longer.

I realized it wasn't just about that day. It was about everything that had been building up since the beginning — the little lies, the evasiveness, the constant accusations. I didn't trust her anymore. But there I was, yelling into the phone, still clinging to some hope that we could fix it, that we could salvage something.

She was quiet for a moment, then said, in the calmest voice, "Why are you yelling at me?" Just like that. With no further explanations.

It was over.

No tears, no big emotional goodbye. Just a broken phone call that left me feeling drained. There was emptiness, sure, but also relief. The constant push and pull was finally done.