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Anne: He loves me? I can’t know why.
Marilla: Because you made Josie Pye and Ruby Gillis and all of those wishy-washy young ladies who waltzed by him look like spineless nothings.
Anne: Marilla, he’s hardly my ideal of a romantic suitor.
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.
“ I’ve loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school.”
-Anne of the Island

Anne of the Island by L.M. Montgomery is among my all-time favorite love stories.
It’s PG (I’d actually go as far as rating it as G) by all means of today’s standards, and yet it feels more genuine and real. It never fails to give me the warm fuzzies after each read. Sigh, Gilbert, if only you were real!


