Echoes of Glory: FC Barcelona Imagine

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ When You Loved Me (Pablo Gavi.)

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Gavi POV

In the heart of Barcelona, where the city’s pulse echoed in the rhythmic beat of football, I found myself reliving the past.

It was here, under the glaring stadium lights and amidst the roars of fans, that I often recalled moments from my past, moments when everything was different, when everything was beautiful.

It all started when I met you. I was young, just beginning to make a name for myself on the pitch. You were a radiant presence, a bright spark in a world of competition and expectation.

Every hour we spent together felt like a treasured game, each moment a victory. Your laughter was my favorite sound, more thrilling than any goal I had scored.

When you were sad, I was always there, not just as a lover but as a friend. I’d offer my shoulder, my words of comfort, or simply my presence.

Our love blossomed through the summer and into the fall. We were inseparable, two souls that seemed destined to find each other. Those days felt like a series of perfect matches, each one more exhilarating than the last.

Just you and I, it felt like it was meant to be. The world outside seemed to fade away whenever we were together.

But as time went on, things began to change. The seasons shifted, and so did our relationship. I could feel you drifting away, like the ebb of the tide pulling you farther from me.

The joy that once seemed endless was now replaced with a quiet distance. Even as I remained the same, you were evolving, and with that evolution came a certain loneliness that I couldn't escape.

I was left waiting, hoping for the day you would return to me, to say those words I longed to hear: “I will always love you.”

Months turned into years. I was surrounded by the noise of the stadium and the accolades of my career, yet my heart was often alone.

I had come to accept that perhaps you had forgotten me, that the days of us together were a part of a past I could no longer reclaim. I tried to move forward, to embrace the life I had, but your absence was a constant shadow.

Then, one day, as I walked through the busy streets of Barcelona, you appeared before me. Time had passed, and the world had changed, but your smile was just as I remembered.

It was the same smile that had once made everything feel right. You reached out, and as you held me, I felt a rush of warmth, a flashback to the days when we were whole.

In that moment, standing there with you, I realized that although time had changed us, the essence of our love had not faded.

You looked at me with the same affection, and I could see that somewhere within you, you still cared for me. It was as if you had come back to remind me of what once was, to rekindle the flame that had never truly extinguished.

And so, as I stood there with you, I was reminded of the beauty of our shared past, the joy we once knew. Even though the years had brought change, the memory of your love was still vivid within my heart.

It was a love that had once made everything beautiful, and as we stood together, I knew that part of me would always hold onto that. When you loved me, everything was beautiful.

And even now, when you loved me again, it was a testament to a love that never truly fades.