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

Chapter 1.3: The Breakup and the Aftermath

I ended it the day she landed in Singapore. By then, I had stopped trusting her completely. It wasn't just the accusations, the jealousy, or the secrets. It was everything — the lies, the constant push and pull, the feeling that I was being used.

A week later, I missed her. Despite everything, I missed the way she made me feel. My friends warned me to stay away, but I called her. I thought maybe we could be friends, but she launched into full-on rocket mode, yelling at me.

Here's how it went:

- "Do you need me to write a full report on my whereabouts? Where I am, where I go, what I do?"

- "I love to travel, and this is me! I travel. Just because your friend was cheated on doesn't mean I'm cheating."

- "You kept pushing me to come to Singapore. You kept talking about commitment, and it was too much."

I reminded her that she was the one who promised to come to Singapore every month. I was just holding her to her word. But she didn't see it that way.

When I suggested we stay friends, she snapped, "Why would I want to be friends with you? What's the point? You're annoying."

I laughed, trying to lighten the mood. "Isn't that what you loved about me?"

She didn't find it funny. "No, it's just annoying," she said flatly.

I asked her if she really wanted me to move on. She screamed, "Yes!"

At one point, she even asked, "Do you need me to change my number?"

I told her, "No, don't do that. That's ridiculous."

When I hung up, I felt horrible. But something shifted in me. During that week when I didn't speak to her, I realized how much peace I had found. Yes, I missed her — or maybe I missed the way she made me feel — but I knew, deep down, I didn't want her back.

I only thought I wanted to stay friends because part of me still want to be around her.