<div>Join us for the last exhibition opening this year! In association with the Heidelberg Intercultural Centre, this busy winter is bringing us yet another exciting stop on our tour, this time in Germany.<br><br></div><div>The multicultural character of one of the most romantic cities in Germany is more than mirrored in the contributions we received: from old love stories dating a century back, to the ones that began in a circus, to the freshest tales of love from the university corridors, written in the less than perfect newcomers’ German. Aside from the recent local donations, the exhibition will also feature objects from our international collection.<br><br></div><div>The exhibition opens on Thursday, 15 December 2016 at Tabakmuseum, a former tobacco factory, and will be on display until 14 February 2017. As much as we want you to join us on the date – still no need to wait for Valentine’s Day!<br><br></div>

Warming up the German winter in Heidelberg

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