<div>Join us for the opening of our first visiting exhibition this year! Same place, same month, seven years later: <a href="http://www.istinyepark.com/en">Istinye Park</a> shopping centre in Istanbul.<br><br></div><div>Although it has already garnered a host of 'best' awards, Istinye Park is again running for the best shopping centre in Europe honour. To boost its chances of winning, for the second time the centre's visitors will get an opportunity to trade their coffee break with a story break. Next to those we are bringing along, we will be exhibiting some new, local breakup stories.<br><br></div><div>The exhibition opens today, 2 February, and remains on display until 19 February 2017. Don't know what to do on Valentine's? It seems we have an ideal solution for you!&nbsp;<br><br></div>

Same Place, New Stories

We grew so icy with each other those few days; what I thought might allow us to thaw the growing cold between us only solidified both our feelings. As you watched me scrape the ice off the car at the airport while you sat planning your family New Year's Eve, we both knew it was the end. 

Nothing was right for you in Marrakech, nor with the plan I'd painstakingly and lovingly created for us, but perhaps we were both ultimately too inflexible and too selfish. 

I accept my mistakes though the way you cruelly laid out my catalogue of faults still weighs heavy; my self-worth shattered. You never would acknowledge your own flaws though. Months of being fully present for you, limping from one family crisis to the next, trying to accommodate your needs, and taking on board all your interests. None of this - or the strain it placed on 'us' - was ever acknowledged. I thought there would be more grace, understanding and space for me when I needed it, but there was only space for you - I wish you'd been honest about that from the start; with me and with yourself. 

Hardest in all of this is realising that the person I fell in love with - and dreamed of building a future with - didn't exist, leaving me questioning my own judgement. 

But now, finally, I've cracked it and I am letting the illusion of you go. 

Freezing Point