In the days that followed, I felt worse, not better. I thought that a one-night stand was supposed to help—supposed to fill that empty space, at least temporarily. But it didn't. Instead, it left me feeling conflicted and hollow. I found myself thinking about Lila, wanting to reach out to her, even if just to make sense of what had happened.
But when I tried, I discovered she had blocked me everywhere. There was no trace of her left. I was shut out, and that only worsened the feeling. I had reached out for something—maybe closure, maybe just connection—but instead, I was left with more emptiness.
In the end, Lila was just a fleeting moment, a brief distraction that didn't fill the void I was hoping it would. It was nothing more than a blur in a series of bad decisions I made while trying to heal from a breakup that still had its hold on me. No depth, no meaning. Just another night I wanted to forget, but couldn't.
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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...
