Gilbert's POV (omg hey, haven't heard from you in a while)
As we dance my eyes don't leave y/n. Even as I turn with Anne or Diana, my eyes are on my love.
When she looks up at me I smile and when I can, I try to get as close to her as possible, before the dance restarts I take her hand and spin her so she's next to me.
She smiles her perfect smile and it feels as if we're the only two people in the room, in the world.
When she spins with Charlie, she's looking at me, and every part of me wants to take her away from him and run together, forever.
As she comes back to me I look her up and down and take her hand.
At the end we just stand there looking at each other. I wish I could kiss her right then and there. I could. But I won't. I want to walk her home. But I don't. I want to be her husband. But I'm not yet.
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Does love matter? Gilbert Bylthe x reader
FanfictionY/n y/l/n came from a very posh family, from a young age she was taught to dress well and speak only when spoken to. Her sole purpose was to marry well. Gilbert Blythe on the other hand was raised only by his dad in ill health, which taught him kind...
