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I’ve never bought into that “you just know” notion. Love is a tricky thing. Sometimes it feels like an undeniable force that hits between the eyes and doesn’t let up. Other times, it’s malleable, questionable. It’s truth hidden in and amongst external obstacles and internal circumstances that’ve formed who you are, what you expect in the world, and how you can accept love.

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Gilbert Blythe in Anne with an E (2017—)

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Gilbert “Cinderella” Blythe

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just Gilbert Blythe being a perfect gentleman (but this time with his Anne with an E only)

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Everyone thinks it is red. It is a fair assumption, Gilbert thinks. After all, anyone who knows Anne—really, truly knows her, not like you know the back of your hand (because Gilbert does not think one knows the back of their hand all that well) but knows her like you know your favourite blanket or the first strains of your favourite lullaby—knows that she is red, at first glance. All fire and passion and sun. — From touched by technicolour hair by magnetichearts // @parkersedith

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that smug look he gives her

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#stare upon the face of true love and weep

[caption: 9 stacked gifs from anne with an e 3x10, of anne and gilbert kissing.]

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Dear Anne, Since we are parting ways, perhaps forever, I feel I must unburden my heart. You are the fond object of my affection and my desire, you and you alone are the keeper of the key to my heart. Please, don’t be alarmed, I don’t expect your favor, but I can’t in good conscience not reveal myself. I’m not engaged, nor will I be, unless it’s to you Anne, my Anne with an E. It always has been and always will be you.

With love, Gilbert.

P. S. Thanks for the pen. Good luck at Queens.