𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀 | 𝗴. 𝗯𝗹𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗲

.a letter to my dove

Dear Margaret,

I didn't want to come by and make things harder for the both of us. You mean too much to me for me to hurt you. I know what I told you, and the soothing words you said that warmed my heart that day at the field will never be erased from my memory.

If you're reading this, and you should be by now, that means Lily came to your house to deliver it safely. Please, if you could, take care for her while I'm gone. She's been through a lot. I don't watch anyone suffer, especially my loved ones, so please, if you could, don't cry. I'll send you letters every day. I'll send you my love through poems that I hope would fill the emptiness you may feel.

I'm sorry for not keeping my promise, Margaret. I tried, I really did. But now I just need some time away, hopefully you understand. You are a smart girl after all.

I want you to know that I still remember the first time I held your hand.

You were shivering. Josie pushed you in the water. I swear that girl has horns on her damn head. But that day, it was the best one of my life. Leaving out the day I first met you, that is. I remember the exact scene. You were standing up to Billy. I couldn't even do that for these past years of knowing him, and your bravery and wittiness amused me. I started developing feelings, fearing that it would end like this. But I still wanted to be in your presence, I wanted to hear your laugh, I wanted to see you smile and dance. I wanted you to be happy. I still do.

Margaret. I said so many things in my life and I never even meant them. But what I did mean when I said it is that I love you.

Just the way you are.

Please don't change. Please don't cry. You're an angel. Your heart is filled with kindness, and you probably hate me right now at this moment. You'll probably rip this cursed letter into pieces before burning it. But it'll never change my feelings towards you.

Hopefully, one day I'll be back. And hopefully you'll still have that glow in your eyes when you see me.

Goodbye, Margaret.

Devotedly,

                 Gilbert Blythe.

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In love with an angel
/by Gilbert Blythe/

"Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm weak, maybe I'm blinded by what I see.

You wanted a soldier, but it wasn't me. Because I can never set you free.

So fly on your own,
It's time I let you go."