It wasn't long before the cracks started to show. She had a habit of disappearing when she was with her family, avoiding my calls, texting less. Then there was the man who called her during our hotel stay. She said it was a family member, but it felt off. Red flags were everywhere, but I ignored them. I was too caught up in the idea of us, too blinded by what I wanted her to be.
I was never really in love with Serena. I was in love with the idea of her — with the idea of being with someone I found so beautiful, so captivating. I was in love with the thrill, the chase, the intensity of it all. But it wasn't real. It couldn't have been.
We fought constantly. At first, she was the one picking the fights, always accusing me of something — chasing after other women, hiding things from her, even questioning my friendships. I wasn't that person. If I wanted to fool around, I would have done it in my teenage years. But her insecurity consumed us, and eventually, it rubbed off on me. I found myself starting arguments, accusing her of the very things she accused me of.
The trust was gone. And once trust is gone, there's no coming back.
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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...
