The next morning, we showered together. As I lay in bed waiting for her to pick out her clothes, I took off my ring and slid it onto her finger. "You can't take this off," I teased, slipping it on her right hand. We joked about it, then I moved it to her left, asking, "Which hand do married couples wear their rings on, again?"
She promised to wear it until her best friend's bachelor party, but said she'd take it off after. Funny thing is, she kept wearing it even after things ended between us. Even to this day, she still wears it.
When it was time to part ways, we both headed to the airport—she was flying to her gay best friend's bachelorette party, and I was flying back to London. On the bus ride to the airport, I asked if we'd see each other again. She refused to give me a straight answer, saying, "How can I predict the future?"
We parted ways, promising to stay in touch.
I landed in London and realized that I missed her—not her exactly, but the intimacy we had shared.
YOU ARE READING
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...
