Lost Love // G.B.

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   About thirty minutes had gone by, and me and Gilbert were chatting about the most random things, like our favorite foods, hobbies, and more. I feel that we automatically clicked, and our personalities were so alike. It's like this boy was sent to me. Like we were meant to cross paths. I really, really enjoyed that thought.

My father and Johnathan arrived home soon after Gilbert had arrived. They walked through the door and saw me and Gilbert, chatting away. My father walked towards Gilbert and shook his hand.

"Hello lad, I see you've brought us some scrumptious food?"
Gilbert looked pleased.
"Yes of course, mr. (y/l/n).  We had far too much, and I felt as you would enjoy it," Gilbert said with a smile.

Ooh that smile.

   My father and Gilbert chatted for a bit longer, until the sun started to disappear under the horizon. I knew he was going to have to leave soon, and I felt my insides fill with anxiety. I've only known him for less than a day, and he's standing right in front of me, and... I feel myself longing for him. I will miss him. I have never had a feeling quite like this before. I wasn't quite sure if I enjoyed it just yet, either.

   "Well, it looks like the sun will be gone in about fifteen minutes. I suggest you get home before you worry your mother," my father suggested to Gilbert.

   Gilbert looked right at me as my dad finished what he was saying, and then looked back at him.

"Oh, yes, I must get going. Thank you for your time," Gilbert said to my father while nodding. He walked over to me and held out his hand, looking at me dead in the eye. His body was so close, I felt his warmth. The moment felt so slow, but so quick. His skin was so soft and pure, I did not want to let go.

"And you," he said. My heart was fluttering at his expression, so attentive and persistent.
"I am hoping we will have the whole afternoon together tomorrow."

I had forgotten about what he said earlier; I sat there looking at him for a moment.

"Oh yes!! Yes I would love it if you showed me your town!" I said so joyfully.

"It is settled, then."
It was as if I had gone mute.
He gazed into my eyes for a few more moments, let his hand slide, and headed for his coat and hat. He slipped into his hat and coat so smoothly, like caramel. He was mesmerizing.
"Good day," were the last words he said. He looked at me once more, and just like that, he was out of sight.
I stared at the door.
"Helloooo, anybody in there??" My father asked me with a joking tone.
I quickly snapped out of it.
"So sorry father," I said, my cheeks rising in temperature.
He examined me for a few moments.
"Hmmmm.." he said, scratching his chin.
"By the looks of it, I think you have eyes for that boy," he said to me with a smirk. My eyes widened.
"Ohhh, father, no, I, um.. I it's just, I enjoy his company is all.." I stuttered and giggled nervously.
He gently put his hand on my shoulder.
"It's okay honey. I was your age once too," he said.
"That boy seems like a very kind boy. He's a gentleman, and he's charming," my dad chuckled at himself, and smiled at me.
"I approve."
We both laughed.
"I love you, father. I must be heading upstairs to wash up," I said.
"Yes, dear. Sweet dreams," he finished with a wink. I smiled and laughed. What a good man my father was.

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   As I had finished washing up, I said my prayers, and got comfortable in my bed. I stared at the ceiling, every memory replaying in my head. He was glued to my brain, I'm telling you. The way the thought of him made my body feel was, perfect. Indescribable. I longed for his touch again. I wanted it so dearly.

   Time went by, and my eyes would no longer open, the warmth of the blankets filled me, and sleep took over my body.

   Until, I heard something hard hit my window. It sounded like a rock, or branch? It was so loud it had woken me up. I'm not entirely sure if it was the first one that did, but I was conscious to hear three of the hard knocks, about 10 seconds apart. They startled me, but I just tried to brush it off. The fourth one came, then the fifth, and I gave up. I angrily got out of my bed and went to the window to find out where that sound originated from.

   There I saw a shadow in the moonlight, right below my bedroom window. I couldn't make out who it was at first, so I opened the window and examined the figure more closely.

   My feelings of anger and irritation left, being replaced by surprise and joy. Standing in the front of my house, throwing rocks at my window to wake me, was none other than Gilbert Blythe.