“What are you thinking of, Anne?” asked Gilbert, coming down the walk. He had left his horse and buggy out at the road.

“Of Miss Lavendar and Mr Irving,” answered Anne dreamily. “Isn’t it beautiful to think how everything has turned out… how they have come together again after all the years of separation and misunderstanding.”

“Yes, it’s beautiful,” said Gilbert, looking steadily down into Anne’s uplifted face, “but wouldn’t it have been more beautiful still, Anne, if there had been no separation or misunderstanding… if they had come hand in hand all the way through life, with no memories behind them but those which belonged to each other?”

For a moment Anne’s heart fluttered queerly and for the first time her eyes faltered under Gilbert’s gaze and a rosy flush stained the paleness of her face. It was as if a veil had hung before her inner consciousness had been lifted, giving to her view a revelation of unsuspected feelings and realities. Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music; perhaps… perhaps… love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted  rose slipping from its green sheath.

-A Wedding at the Stone House, Anne of Avonlea

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This particular section of Anne of Avonlea caught my attention the most and I’ve been thinking about it for the whole day. If you’ve read Anne of Green Gables, you’ll be well acquainted with the main characters – Anne, Diana, Marilla, Matthew, Gilbert, Mrs Rachel Lynde, Josephine Barry and blah blah blah.

And you’ll also know what happened between Anne and Gilbert. And you’ll know why this part is so sweet. Unfortunately, I lost the rest of the series and I have yet to find it but I’m pretty sure they’re still at home… somewhere. I know that Gilbert and Anne got married and had kids and lived happily ever after but I want to read it. ): Must hunt for books soon.

I think if I had to name one person I’m most similar to, it’d be Anne Shirley. She’s dreamy and she likes to daydream and she’s got a wide scope of imagination and she likes writing and she’s basically just a nice person. I think that a lot of people can’t associate with her dreaminess and peculiar taste and clumsy behavior and they just think that she’s a featherhead. She’s more than that, really.

Just needed to say that. Now I’m off to write. To infinity and beyond..!!