Echoes of Glory: FC Barcelona Imagine

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ Diary (Pablo Gavi.)

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Gavi POV:

I remember that day so vividly. It was one of those crisp autumn afternoons when the world seemed to slow down. I was strolling through the park, where everything had started between us.

I had noticed a worn leather-bound book lying underneath a gnarled old tree. It was strange; it looked so out of place, yet somehow perfectly positioned. My curiosity got the better of me, and I picked it up.

The diary was unmistakably yours. The name on the cover was written in your delicate, flowing handwriting, and the scent of lavender seemed to linger on the pages.

I hesitated for a moment, feeling a pang of guilt for considering reading it, but the curiosity was overwhelming. I carefully opened the diary and began to read.

The words you had written were like a secret song, a soft whisper of your heart that I had never heard before. As I read, I was amazed by how you described your feelings. You spoke about the love you had found—me.

Your words revealed a depth of emotion and tenderness that was both surprising and enchanting. Each entry was a window into your heart, reflecting the moments we shared with a warmth that was almost too intimate.

One passage struck me particularly hard. You wrote about how you had finally found the love you had been waiting for, and it was me. The way you expressed your feelings was so raw and honest that it made my chest tighten.

Yet, when I confronted you with the diary, your response was far from what I expected. You managed to mask your emotions with a practiced nonchalance, hiding the warmth I had just read about.

It confused me. How could you be so open in your writing but so reserved in person? It was as if you were hiding behind a carefully crafted mask, concealing your true feelings from the world and from me.

I tried to understand, to reconcile the passionate words with the cool demeanor you showed. I began to accept that this guardedness was part of your complex nature.

Despite your attempts to hide your feelings, I knew the love you described was genuine. It was in every smile that reached your eyes just a moment too late, every touch that lingered, and every glance that betrayed more than you wanted to reveal.

I came to understand that your reluctance to openly express your emotions wasn't about me but about your own way of navigating the world.

As I moved forward, I carried those revelations with me. I resolved to give you everything I could—to honor the love you had so thoughtfully captured in your diary.

I would cherish you, support you, and offer you all the sweetness I could find. The journey of understanding your hidden depths became one I was eager to undertake.

In the end, I realized that love isn't always about grand gestures or overt displays. Sometimes, it's about appreciating the quiet, hidden parts of a person and embracing them fully.

And so, as we walked through life together, I made it my mission to show you, in every action and gesture, just how much you mean to me.