A/N: This dramatic monologue can also be found on my deviantart account, saiyanprincesscat.

Edit (2015): I dedicate this in loving memory to the late Jonathan Crombie, a true kindred spirit. You'll always be with us in Avonlea.

Gilbert Blythe to Anne Shirley

You're off again in Neverland
searching secretly for your Peter Pan,
glancing through Hook's looking glass
when suddenly wind pushes the mast,
and Wendy's voice of reason whispers,
"You won't find him here."

Am I the death of childish dreams?
Do my dark eyes evoke screams
that carry into the vast night
with the Highwayman's fatal flight?
Where says the Lady of Shalott,
"You won't find him in Camelot."

Nothing has to change now, Anne,
but your answer to this rejected man.
For I don't want literature with merits
—all I want is you, Carrots.
And I murmur to you in sweet reality,
"He'll always be with you in Avonlea."