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Love Letters

 By Beks

"Dear Anne," wrote Gilbert Blythe during class. "I'm sorry that I pulled your hair and called you carrots. I didn't mean to make you angry or to hurt your feelings. I wish we can be friends. Will you please forgive me an let me be your friend? Signed, Gilbert Blythe."

Gilbert looked across the aisle, where Anne was busily working her algebra. He looked around for Mr. Phillips before passing the letter across the aisle. Anne looked at it, but didn't look at him. She refused to read it. Instead, she tore it in half, and crumpled it, quietly and threw it back at him.

Diana Barry gave Gilbert a sympathetic look, but he just sighed.


Now at Queens Academy, Anne and Gil were sort of friends. They both hobnobbed in the same circles, and made pleasant conversation whenever they had to, but they weren't the kindred spirits that Gil wished they were.
Gil was walking to class one afternoon when Moody Spurgeon passed him a note. "I saw Anne just a minute ago. She wanted me to give this to you."

"Anne Shirley wrote me a letter?" Gilbert asked, incredulously. "Thank you. Where are you headed now?"
"English Literature. I think I'm going to fail, Gil. Why did I ever decide to go on to school?"

"So you can be the minister of the Avonlea Presbyterian Church." Gil joked. "Just like mommy wants you to."
Moody rolled his eyes. "What does Anne have to say?"

Gil just smield. "That's for me to know and keep to myself."

"Love letter?"

Gil just scoffed. "Anne would never write me a love letter. She's far to proud for that. She'd never think of me that way."
"Will you be at dinner tonight?"

"Plan on it. I'll see you later."

Gilbert walked into the library and sat down at a table. He opened Anne's letter, gingerly, as if it were a sacred treasure.
"Dear Gilbert," She wrote in her loopy script. "In response to your question about a studying partner for Geometry, I would greatly appreciate the extra help. There's no apparent scope for the imagination in geometry. I'm a dismal failure at it. Thank you so much for the offer. Ruby Gillis and Jane Andrews said they would like to join us. Perhaps you can get Charlie Sloan and Moody Spurgeon to come, as well. Just don't ask Josie Pye to join. Don't even tell her! You know how she mocks me about how bad I am at geometry. I would greatly appreciate your secrecy in this matter." Gilbert laughed at Anne's seriousness. "Sincerely, Anne Shirley."


The geometry group met in the library every Monday and Friday at two, when everyone was free. Gil always made it a point to sit by Anne, and while they did study a little, Anne and Gil joked with each other more than anything.

Ruby with her vast knowledge of the relationships between men and women, felt a need to warn Anne that if she and Gilbert weren't careful, people might try to pin gossip on them.

Anne looked at Ruby, carefully. "But nothing is going on at all. We're just friends."

"But everyone knows that he offered to help just you in geometry. Word gets around that his intentions might be more than you bargained for when you agreed."

"That's why I asked you and Jane to come join the geometry club, too." Anne turned worried. "I refuse to have people gossiping about me." She said, proudly.

"What are you going to do, Anne?" Ruby asked.

Anne sighed. "I just have to let Gilbert know that I am doing much better in geometry and that I no longer require his assistance."

"Well, you'd better tell him in person. That's the way I would do it."

"And give people more reason for gossip? I think not."

Ruby just rolled her eyes. Anne could be so melodramatic.


"Gilbert, Thank you for helping me in geometry. I have a better understanding of it now, and no longer require the geometry club. Anne Shirley."

Gil stared at the letter in disbelief. What was she saying? He knew that she was still terrible in geometry. Something must have gotten to her. But Gil knew better than to question Anne about something like this. Her pride would be hurt and she would probably not speak to him again. He did the only thing he knew he could. He let it go.


Redmond was a new world for them. Anne was living at Patty's place, and Gil would often visit her there. One day in particular, he found her by herself in the garden, and proposed marriage. She was enraged at his words and she cut him to the quick. He left her that day, and refused to speak to her or about her. Everyone knew why, so they didn't ask about it. Anne's housemate, Phillipa was the only one who wasn't afraid to talk about it.

"She's an idiot, Gil. She knows she loves you, she's just got a romantic notion in her head that she's missing out on real love. She was scared."

Phil's words were appreciated, but they didn't help, at all.


After much hard work and misunderstandings, Anne and Gil were finally engaged. Gil was probably the happiest person in the world, and he showed it. Josie Pye told him he was acting silly, but he didn't care. Anne Shirley was to be his wife someday.
She was teaching at Summerside while he finished his medical degree, but the letters were wondrous things to get them through the long months.

Gil walked to his room at the boarding house and found a letter from Anne that had been slid under the door. He picked it up in a fury and ripped it open.

"Dearest, Darling Gilbert," Anne started. "How I love to call you that. You are MY dearest and MY darling! I am the luckiest woman in the world. I still don't know how you put up with me all those years. I was such a silly goose. I still can't forgive myself for hurting you so long ago. It's amazing how a person can love something so much and have it scare them to a point where they almost let it go. Thank you for never letting go. You are the rock in this relationship, my darling. I loved you so much all those years. And to tell you the truth, I was really flattered all those times you tried to get my attention, and I wouldn't listen to you. I was always so afraid of my looks, and to have you notice me! It was more than I could take. You were the handsomest boy in our entire class growing up, and to think you chose me! I will do my best to make you so happy, Gil. Yours (and ONLY Yours!) Anne Shirley Gil smiled at the letter. He fell back into his chair and laughed. He and Anne were going to go places. They were going to be the happiest couple in all of Canada, and perhaps in all of the world.


"Dearest Anne," Gil wrote. "As our ten year anniversary approaches, I still can't believe the adventure we've had. I watch you with our children, and I am amazed at the beautiful woman I've married. You take my breath away now, as you did when I first met you. I look into the faces of Walter and Di, and especially little Rilla, and I see you. You have given me the greatest of gifts, Carrots. Those six little faces I see at breakfast every morning. I know I've been a little distant of late, but I want you to know that I have taken off a year. I want us to travel to Europe. We didn't get the glorious wedding tour you deserved to have. But I've been saving, and that is my anniversary gift to you, my love. Yours, Gilbert."


Anne was sitting in the kitchen with Susan and Rilla, working on her latest manuscript.
"Mrs. Dr, Dr. Blythe left that for you." Susan said.

"Thank you, Susan." Anne said, taking it from her. She read it carefuly, assuming it was an apology as to why he missed dinner the last three days. Instead, she found the letter Gil had written the night before. Anne's breath caught in her throat and she chuckled. Gil had been in his office all day, having left only once for one appointment. Anne knocked on the door and heard Gil tell her to come in.

"Thank you." She said, leaning against his desk.

"Ready to take that trip?" He asked.

She nodded. "I love you."

He stood and took her in his arms. "I love you, too."


Jem, Walter, Nan, Di, Shirley and Rilla were all gathered in the parlor of the home they'd grown up in. There wasn't a dry eye in the room, but they all sat, waiting, nervously.

After a long time, Gilbert came out and looked at them. He just nodded, and fresh tears came to everyone. Gil walked into his office, and sat down. He opened a book of photographs, and looked at the pictures of he and Anne in their youth. They were so full of life. As he flipped through the pictures, a letter fell out.

It was in Anne's handwriting, but the envelope and letter were both yellowed with age. It was dated the night of their wedding.
"Dearest Gil, If I haven't mentioned it before, I love you. We've been married for almost twelve hours, and I can't shake the feeling of excitement I have for the years to come. I look at this beautiful ring on my finger and smile. I look at your sleeping figure in the bed we now share, and I can't help but smile. I love you with every inch of my being, and I want to wake you up to tell you. But I'm writing this letter instead. To our marriage, darling. And to the children we'll have someday. It will be amazing because it is you and me. I love you, I love you, and in case I didn't mention it, I love you. Anne Blythe (Blythe! Can you believe it?)"

Gilbert closed the letter, and sighed. "I love you, too." He whispered touching their wedding picture. "I'll see you, soon."

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