Echoes of Glory: FC Barcelona Imagine

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ Love and Letting Go (Pau Cubarsí.)

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The years we spent together felt like a fever dream, one that burned through me and left its mark. Even now, every memory feels like it's carved right into my heart.

I can remember when we first met, how clumsy my words sounded, how my own heart seemed too big for my chest every time I was near you.

I had never known anything like it-never felt so helpless against something so beautiful, so all-consuming.

When I said I'd put my life on the line for you, I meant it. There was no one else I could imagine loving like that. The world around me felt like a background to the feeling I had when I looked at you, like everything else was blurry except for you.

I thought that love would carry us through anything, that we could somehow conquer the world, hand in hand. Back then, I believed that if we just stayed together, nothing could go wrong.

But as we grew up, reality seeped in around the edges of our dream. Life brought along its own challenges, responsibilities, and moments of doubt.

I started to wonder if I was enough, if my love was enough, to keep us both safe from the fears and insecurities that crept in.

And with each doubt, I could feel myself holding on a little tighter, sometimes so tight it hurt.

Then there were days I thought I could feel you slipping away, like sand through my fingers. You said I was your only one in the world, and I wanted so much to believe you. But love isn't simple. It doesn't stay the same, even if I wanted it to.

And I realized that holding on too tightly might only push you further away.

Still, I couldn't help it. I clung to the days when everything felt pure, when my heart was so full of you it was almost painful. But I knew, deep down, that things had changed.

You were slipping away from me, and I could feel it. I tried to act like it was nothing, that I could handle the ache, that I could pretend it wasn't there. But it was there, every day, gnawing at me.

I told myself I could do better, that if I was stronger, more mature, if I hid my fears better, maybe you'd come back to me. Maybe I wouldn't lose you.

But love is difficult, and it felt like trying to hold onto water, something I couldn't control or understand, no matter how much I wanted to. I found myself burying the truth, the things I was too afraid to tell you-how I still loved you but was terrified you no longer felt the same.

I wanted to hide that fear so deep that even I couldn't find it.

When you finally let go, I didn't want to believe it. I kept trying to convince myself you'd come back, that this wasn't the end.

But you left, and all the words we once shared-the promises, the dreams-were gone with you. I was left with the memories, those beautiful, haunting memories that I clung to, like fragments of the past.

You were my first and my last, and I was too young to know what that truly meant. I didn't realize love could hurt like this, that it could make me feel so helpless. I thought we could grow up together, learn together, that I could make you feel what I felt.

But the truth is, maybe I was just too young. Maybe I didn't know enough about what love really takes.

Now I'm here, in the aftermath, with this secret that I still love you, that I don't know how to let you go. I tell myself it's whatever, that I'll move on eventually.

But no matter how much I try to bury it, that feeling's still there, lodged in my heart like a splinter.

Love is difficult. I know that now. It doesn't go away just because you wish it would, or because life has moved on. It's not something you can just forget, no matter how hard you try.

I keep hoping one day I'll look back and laugh, that this won't haunt me anymore. But until that day comes, I'll keep these memories close, even if they're painful.

You were everything to me, and even if it's difficult, even if it hurts, I know now that I wouldn't trade a single moment we had.