Echoes of Glory: FC Barcelona Imagine

⋅˚.⋆☾⁺₊ ‧ So That You Love Me Again (Jules Koundé.)

⚽

The cool Parisian night air bites at your skin as you walk down the empty street, your footsteps echoing against the cobblestones.

The city, usually so full of life and light, feels strangely silent tonight, mirroring the turmoil inside you.

The romantic lights strung across the boulevards seem to mock your pain, their warm glow a stark contrast to the cold void in your heart.

You think back to the day it all began, the day you first met Koundé. The way his eyes lit up when he saw you, that charming smile that made your heart skip a beat.

He was everything you had ever wanted—kind, talented, and achingly handsome. But now, the memories only serve to amplify the sting of what’s been lost.

The last few months have been a whirlwind. The passion that once defined your relationship has turned into a battlefield of misunderstandings and hurtful words.

You recall the moment it all started to unravel—the night you both stood in the middle of your favorite café, the same café where you had shared countless dreams and stolen kisses.

It was there that the distance between you became palpable, as if an invisible wall had risen between your hearts.

Jules had tried to explain, tried to make you understand why things were different. But his words felt hollow, lost in the noise of your own fears and insecurities.

You remember his voice, strained and desperate, as he said, "Je ne veux pas te perdre, mais je ne sais pas comment réparer ce qui est brisé." (I don’t want to lose you, but I don’t know how to fix what’s broken.)

You had tried to hold on, to make things work. Each day, you would wake up hoping that today would be different, that the spark would return.

You tried everything—small surprises, heartfelt letters, and even changing your own habits to be more accommodating.

But no matter how hard you tried, the warmth between you seemed to fade, leaving only the chilling reality of a love that was slipping through your fingers.

Tonight, you have made your way to the place where it all began—the quaint little bookstore by the Seine. It was here that you and Jules had shared countless conversations about love, life, and the future.

The owner of the shop, an elderly woman with a knowing smile, recognizes you immediately. She nods in understanding as you walk in, offering a warm embrace of familiarity in your time of distress.

As you wander through the aisles, your fingers brush against the spines of books that once held so much promise.

It’s as if each one is a piece of your past with Jules, a reminder of the love that now feels so distant.

You pick up a book that you both cherished, the one you had read together under the stars. The memories come flooding back—Jules’s laughter, his tender touch, and the way he would look at you as if you were the only person in the world.

Tears well up in your eyes as you close the book, the weight of your longing pressing heavily on your chest. You wish you could turn back time, to those days when everything felt right.

If only you could find the right words, the right gestures to bring him back to you.

But as you stand there, surrounded by the echoes of your past, a sense of clarity begins to emerge. Perhaps it’s not about fixing what’s broken, but rather about understanding why it fell apart.

You realize that love isn’t always about holding on tightly; sometimes, it’s about letting go when the time is right. Maybe Jules needs space to rediscover himself, and maybe you need time to heal and find your own path.

With a heavy heart, you place the book back on the shelf and turn towards the door. As you step out into the night, you take a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill your lungs.

The city still seems quiet, but within you, there’s a newfound sense of peace. You understand now that love is not just about staying together through every storm, but also about knowing when to let go, so that both hearts can find their way back to a place of true happiness.

As you walk away from the bookstore, you whisper to the night sky, “So that you love me again.”

For the sake of love, you hope that someday, Jules will remember what you had and that, perhaps, the future will bring new beginnings for both of you.