Separating in Singapore.🫗🫗🫗 Mine looks different to yours! My heart melts in humidity and stillness. A city built for emotional repair. Everything is stable here, things are in order. Its calming on a mind that leaks with confused binary and unprocessed truths. It is here among the quiet of the condominiums I am able to find trust in the process. My inner world has never been challenged by my outer in such a visceral and unmatched way. The home in my bones was built for multiple lovers of all genders, it was built to be open- this I know. I have always known. But the sense of belonging and conditioned fancy can trump our truth. The home we built in each other has changed my blood type, its committed ink onto my skin. Its simultaneous comfortability and uncomfortability has left me most empowered and singular. It is within this dichotomy I am inspired to cherish. Love is not linear, its structure is fluid, bound by substance and measured by its capability. Like the structure of liquid water, we consist of molecules, connected by short lived bonds. We are water, 60%. Made up of the stuff. The good stuff. It is within the depths of this wet that interconnected frameworks can aspire to support multiple shapes and forms. As I take on my new shape, I am writhing in hexagonal forms. I consciously unentangle in order to reconnect. I am filled with fizzing, bubbling and foaming as I acknowledge my percentages and observe their interactions. I have never known love like this before. I see myself and the partner I have had in such beautiful understanding of currents and tides, consciously uncoupling is an achievement. I feel like one tall glass of water.