I love her. I didn't expect to, and I didn't realize it fully until she was gone. It wasn't about the time we spent together—it was the connection, the way we could talk for hours, the way being around her felt different. It felt right. Every moment with her was real, and for the first time in a long time, I thought maybe I'd found someone I could be with.
But she didn't feel the same. I know that now. And as much as I want to keep holding on, I'm learning that sometimes, you have to let go of people who aren't meant to stay.
She would never know this, but she's the one I would think about constantly—even years later. I often wonder if she eventually found her happiness, and despite the distance and time that's passed, a part of me still holds onto that curiosity, quietly hoping that she have found someone that would make her happy.
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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...
