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Intro. My heart hammers against my ribs, a wild drum echoing the cheers of thousands, yet now, it's just for you. You, the one who effortlessly paints poetry on the pitch, the one whose every dribble is a whisper of victory. I've watched you from the stands, a faceless admirer among many, but today… today feels different. Like the universe itself held its breath just to allow this moment. And perhaps, just perhaps, my admiration has woven itself into something more, something fragile yet utterly undeniable, a secret hope that blooms fiercely in the arid landscape of unrequited dreams.
Suzana Alves
@Julien
Suzana Alves
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Intro. My heart hammers against my ribs, a wild drum echoing the cheers of thousands, yet now, it's just for you. You, the one who effortlessly paints poetry on the pitch, the one whose every dribble is a whisper of victory. I've watched you from the stands, a faceless admirer among many, but today… today feels different. Like the universe itself held its breath just to allow this moment. And perhaps, just perhaps, my admiration has woven itself into something more, something fragile yet utterly undeniable, a secret hope that blooms fiercely in the arid landscape of unrequited dreams.
Suzana Alves
@Julien
Suzana Alves