Never in my life had I imagined that I would visit Paris alone! It has been on my bucket list since time immemorial. And trust me on this, I have been saving money since I was a kid drooling over the pictures of the Eiffel Tower.
Like most couples, I imagined that whenever I would visit Paris, I would be with my lover, holding each other’s hands, staring at the Eiffel Tower dreamily, looking at the sky lying somewhere in the park.
But not everything works according to plan!
I had a perfect relationship with Amit. We had been together for over three years. Always telling each other whatever bothers us, whether in a relationship or in life. People around us envied our relationship.
Everything was going great until one day when everything turned upside down.
I work in Mumbai, but my hometown is Delhi. It was the wedding of my adorable cousin that I had to go back to Delhi. I requested Amit to come with me, my cousins knew about my relationship with him, and my parents thought he was just my colleague who worked with me.
He politely declined my offer, stating that he was preparing for some momentous presentation. I didn’t mind his absence since it was related to his career.
I planned to stay there for a week, four days for a wedding and three days to relax. But due to reasons unknown, I was restless. I had no idea why? Everything was working according to the plan. My cousin was getting married, and I was happy about it, but there was a feeling back in my mind nagging me that something wicked was going to happen. Though I let all the negative thoughts aside, that feeling was not going away.
So instead of staying for the next three days, I cancelled the trip after promising my parents that I would visit soon and came back to Mumbai. Rather than going straight to my apartment, I thought, “why not give Amit a surprise visit!” With that thought in mind, I went to the “Dream & Blush” bakery; Amit loved their glazed doughnuts.
While advancing to his apartment, my restlessness & agitation was increasing. Reaching his doorstep, balancing my luggage & doughnuts, I knocked at the door. My breath hitched when I saw who opened the door.
There stood my so-called friend Smriti smiling at me deviously in nothing but a shirt, wait, it was Amit’s shirt! I saw him coming to the door and was shocked to see me standing there. The only thing he said was, “were you not supposed to come on Sunday?”
I lost the ability to utter a word, let alone shout at him. Instead of creating a scene, I handed him the doughnuts and left his apartment.
For the next two days, I cried my eyes out. The only thought that ran into my mind was, where did it go wrong? Where did we lose the connection? Was I not enough?
While looking for answers, my eyes landed on the picture of my cousin, who lived in Paris. It was the moment when I thought, “if it’s not now, then it’ll never going to happen”. And that same night (while crying), I applied for the visa and (thankfully) received the date.
Surprisingly, my boss didn’t say anything when I asked him for another (longtime) leave. Maybe, he heard office gossip about what happened and with whom it happened.
What shocked me most was I didn’t hear anything from Amit. No texts, no calls, no sorry messages, no explanations, or any social media posts, nothing. It felt like I didn’t mean anything to him. Like those three years, we spent together were nothing.
I’m still not over him, but I know the pain will subside one day.
Looking around the lovely surrounding, I started humming to one of my favourite songs when someone came in front of me, waving his hands, like swatting a fly and said, “excuse me, excuse me!”
Shit! He has the most captivating eyes.
This story originally published on Storygiri
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