We met for the first time at KLCC airport. Before that, we had been texting a lot, but those conversations were filled with arguments, leaving me unsure if we'd ever actually meet. I hesitated for days before booking the ticket, uncertain if she would even show up. Our fights over texting were so frequent, even though we hadn't met in person yet. But one day, I decided to take a chance and buy that ticket, hoping that maybe she would be different in person.
As soon as I saw her, it hit me — she was even more beautiful than I had imagined. She took my breath away. I remember thinking that I'd snagged someone completely out of my league.
As we were waiting for the taxi, I wrapped my arms around her waist for the first time. It felt right. It felt good. But there was this strange awkwardness, too — like we were playing a part, and the audience was the strangers staring at us. I didn't care. I held her close, trying to savor the moment.
We got into the taxi, and I held her hand. That intimacy, that connection, felt electric. We shared secret moments, kissed in public, and for a brief time, everything seemed perfect. I convinced myself that we could work, that this could be something real. But deep down, I knew it was built on lust, not love.
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From Singapore to the World: A Journey of Lesbian Love Across The Globe
RomanceThis is my personal story-an unfiltered and raw memoir that takes you along on my journey through love, lust, heartbreak, and self-discovery. It's about navigating relationships as a Singaporean woman exploring her identity in a world where every ci...
