Bajio
gio scotti's lover
- Joined
- Apr 27, 2024
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Imagine if I had been born as Gio Scotti’s neighbor,(ofcourse as chad tier)
growing up side by side, our laughter echoing through sunlit streets.
We would walk to school together,
and when jealous little bullies tried to dim her light,
I would stand before her like an unshakable shield,
turning their cruelty into dust.
As the years wove us closer, love would bloom like wild roses in spring,
soft and untamed, written in whispered promises beneath moonlit skies.
On the night our souls became one,
I would cherish every piece of her,
keeping even the crimson proof of our first embrace,
sealed away like a sacred relic of devotion.
Then, hand in hand, we would build a home—
a warm, golden haven tucked between rolling fields,
where the scent of fresh bread and earth would fill the air.
She and I, side by side in the kitchen,
laughing as flour dusted our cheeks,
our love woven into every meal.
And in time, our love would take new form,
tiny hands grasping our fingers,
our children—many of them—dancing through the fields,
giggling under the endless sky,
as we watched, hearts full, knowing we had built something eternal.
growing up side by side, our laughter echoing through sunlit streets.
We would walk to school together,
and when jealous little bullies tried to dim her light,
I would stand before her like an unshakable shield,
turning their cruelty into dust.
As the years wove us closer, love would bloom like wild roses in spring,
soft and untamed, written in whispered promises beneath moonlit skies.
On the night our souls became one,
I would cherish every piece of her,
keeping even the crimson proof of our first embrace,
sealed away like a sacred relic of devotion.
Then, hand in hand, we would build a home—
a warm, golden haven tucked between rolling fields,
where the scent of fresh bread and earth would fill the air.
She and I, side by side in the kitchen,
laughing as flour dusted our cheeks,
our love woven into every meal.
And in time, our love would take new form,
tiny hands grasping our fingers,
our children—many of them—dancing through the fields,
giggling under the endless sky,
as we watched, hearts full, knowing we had built something eternal.
