Echoes of Glory: FC Barcelona Imagine

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ Me After You (Pablo Gavi.)

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Gavi POV:

After I met you, everything changed in ways I couldn't have imagined. It was a fresh autumn day when our paths first crossed at a quaint café downtown. You were sitting by the window, lost in a book, a soft smile playing on your lips.

I remember being struck by how effortlessly beautiful you looked, the way your eyes lit up when you turned towards me as I approached.

"I'm Gavi," I managed to say, feeling a rush of nervous excitement.

You introduced yourself with a warmth that instantly put me at ease, and from that moment, our conversations flowed effortlessly. We talked about everything under the sun—our dreams, our fears, the little joys and sorrows that shaped our days.

It was during those early mornings, sharing breakfast at that same café, that I realized how much I looked forward to seeing you, to hearing your voice fill the air with laughter.

In the dazzling mornings, I found myself waking up with thoughts of you. Your smile became my motivation, your laughter my favorite melody.

Sitting face to face at our table, I'd eagerly ask about your day, hanging onto every word you said. And when you asked about mine, my heart would swell with happiness knowing that you cared.

As time passed, I marveled at how we grew accustomed to each other's quirks and habits. We developed our own inside jokes, our own rhythms that felt perfectly in sync.

I began to understand the depth of my feelings for you—the way I wanted to protect your happiness, to share in your successes, and to comfort you during your lows.

"I love you," I finally confessed one evening under the stars, my voice barely above a whisper. The way your eyes sparkled in response, filled with the same affection and devotion, was all the confirmation I needed.

Just like that peaceful moment, I knew I wanted to be with you forever.

There were challenges, of course. Moments when our words unintentionally caused hurt, or when misunderstandings briefly drove a wedge between us. Those times were agonizing because I couldn't bear the thought of us being distant.

I'd apologize, and you'd forgive, and together we'd reaffirm our commitment to understanding and supporting each other through it all.

"Even now, when I'm anxious," I admitted to you one rainy evening, "I only want to be with you."

We walked through seasons together—hot summers and rainy days, each moment etching itself into the tapestry of our shared journey.

With each passing day, I found myself falling deeper in love with you, cherishing every smile, every touch, every whispered "I love you."

And now, here we are, sitting across from each other, our fingers intertwined. As we gaze into each other's eyes, I think back to that first day at the café and realize how profoundly meeting you has changed my life.

You've embraced and understood my young, sometimes immature mind with a warmth that has healed and nurtured me in ways I never thought possible.