Then I realized I don’t love me enough, and that’s how I understand maybe why you don’t either. But I pray you do, and that I am wrong. I hate being wrong but this is the one time I hope I'm so wrong. Do I love you? With all my heart and you know it. I don't wish that you love me the way I want to be loved—I just want you to love me the way you know how.
In reality, I was pissed—pissed when I was told I wasn't enough. Not sexy enough. Not strong enough, that I wouldn't last in a gym, that I couldn't do it. That flipped the switch. I always get what I want when I put my mind into it, and being told with such finality that I just can't, I was determined to prove my naysayers wrong.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to write about my Singapore trip. Don’t get me wrong, I had a grand time. Something happened there that sort of left a bitter taste in my mouth. Yet here I am now, I’m over that incident, but it definitely won’t happen again. This wasn’t my first time in Singapore. Last 2016, I was on my way to Malaysia when I had a brief stopover at Singapore’s Changi Airport. I explored a bit, and fell inlove with the airport. I made a mental note …