Echoes of Glory: FC Barcelona Imagine

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪I Think They Call This Love (Pedri Gonzàlez.)

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It’s strange how sometimes the heart knows something the mind can’t quite comprehend. With Pedri, you never expected to feel this way.

At first, he was just a friend—a kind, easy-going guy with a smile that could brighten anyone’s day. But little by little, something shifted.

You’d catch yourself lost in his eyes more often than you’d like to admit. You’d replay the sound of his laugh in your mind long after the conversation had ended. It wasn’t just that you liked him; you couldn’t shake the feeling that he meant something more to you.

Every time he smiled, it felt like your world paused for a second. Every glance, every word, made your heart race a little faster.

The thing was, you were trying to convince yourself that it was just a phase. That it was nothing more than a harmless crush.

After all, how could someone like Pedri, with all his charm and wit, possibly feel the same way about someone like you? It felt too good to be true.

But deep down, you knew the truth. You had me at hello. That was the first thing you thought about when you saw him, and it wasn’t just a passing thought. You tried to ignore it, to keep the hesitations at bay, but every moment spent with him only made you feel it more. .

The connection was undeniable. It wasn’t just about what he did or said—it was how he made you feel, how he made you believe in something you never thought possible.

It wasn’t just a smile that stayed with you. It was the way he looked at you, like he saw you for who you were. No pretenses. No games. Just you, standing in front of him, and for the first time, you felt like you mattered in a way you hadn’t before.

The weight in your chest was both a curse and a blessing, because every time you thought about him, you felt like you were falling deeper, but you weren’t sure if he was falling too.

You told yourself that maybe it was just a fleeting feeling. But then, the words started forming in your heart: How could this be anything else?

Every time you dreamt of him, it wasn’t just his smile you saw—it was his eyes, his touch, the way he made you feel like you were the only one in the world. And for the first time in your life, you thought that maybe, just maybe, it was enough.

One night, after hanging out with friends, Pedri pulled you aside. There was something different about him that night, something softer, more vulnerable.

He seemed nervous, unsure. You didn’t know why, but you couldn’t help but feel your heart racing as he stepped closer to you.

“I don’t know if this is crazy,” he started, his voice a little shaky.

“But I’ve been thinking a lot lately. And I think I’ve fallen for you.”

You could barely breathe. It was as if the world had stopped spinning, and all that mattered was the truth hanging in the air between you two. His eyes searched yours for any hint of a reaction.

“I’ve been feeling the same way,” you whispered, barely believing your own words.

“But I wasn’t sure if you felt the same.”

Pedri’s face softened, his smile making everything seem so much brighter.

“I was too afraid to say it, but... I think they call this love.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest, and for the first time, the weight that had been there for so long seemed to lift. It wasn’t a fleeting crush, or a passing moment. It was real. It was love.

And in that moment, as his lips met yours, you realized that everything you had dreamed of—every moment of hesitation, every heartbeat that had raced in his presence—had led to this.

One smile, one kiss, two lonely hearts—was all it took to realize that, yes, this was love. It wasn’t perfect, it wasn’t planned.

But it was yours, and it was his, and that was enough.