Looking back now, I see it all clearly. I was never really in love with Serena. I was infatuated. I lusted after her, and when I finally had her, I mistook that desire for love. But it wasn't real. It couldn't have been.
I broke up with her for the final time on the day her dog passed away. I didn't know it at the time, but it was a cruel thing to do. But I had to. The relationship was tearing me apart.
Serena was a fleeting experience, but one that left a lasting impact. It taught me more about myself than I ever anticipated, and for that, it was an experience worth having.
The memories are bittersweet, but they've shown me what I don't want. Serena was never the one. She was never meant to be. Lust had disguised itself as love, and once the thrill was gone, so was everything else.
Serena will always be a memory. But that's all she'll ever be.
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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...
