Eiffel For You !!

Prologue

3 years...3 stages of love , it was like a ladder where each and every step represents an emotion.....It had depression ,anxiety,fear,love, care, and much more . But the ladder had no end and so did the feelings .. It was looked down at , made fun of , and finally it lost all its sense.
Ever wondered the difference between crush n love break up.?
Love breaks but at least memories with your loved one makes u smile...but when your crush breaks..There is nothing to smile nor is there anything to look behind !!
To cut it short I had a love story that wasn't told...that like the many other stories was left unsaid to the one it had to be told to !

The day my eyes met yours !

Sometimes you can't say if it's your attitude change or its the age that makes you change...friendship breaks... For me life was all happy till the 10th grade or at least I had a happy loving set of friends. ..but once in higher secondary school things drifted apart...couldn't tell if it was my fault or their's. ..but that day was worst. .. It was on that evening my cousins turned up to my house. .. This is from where eveything started.
For me looks and getting attraction was something least important and that evening I was in my normal "neardy'' look , oil applied in my hair.. in simple words I looked bad...It was 7 when they reached my house..things were little cooked up at first like meeting your cousins after 3 solid years and mainly cousin who are twice your height .. and finally when I decided to look up my eyes met his eyes...n the rest of the day was crazy !
What if he was the one ? I'm stuck !

That Awkward day !!

So it was our second meeting...in fact a meeting that changed my whole life !!
Once my papa stopped the car in the entrance and asked ous to get down we started to walk towards the entrance my heart skipped a beat !! I was dumb stuck !! He was like "wow" in that creamy yellow kurtha and a red shawl !! But karma is a bitch .. my eyebrows were bad and I looked yuck !!
But that day my eyes kept following him...where ever he went .. whatever he did my God I was so much in love with him..!!
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A week or two later a flight flew from Chennai to Paris and so did all those memories !
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One of the most difficult phrases of life...living with memories that keep you alive inside ..but that which actually kills you ...!! memories that look angelic but are actually demon !!