p style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: #454545;"span style="font-family: '.SFUIText'; font-size: 17pt;" I'm not even focused on the wedding. All I see is Anne. Anne, MY Anne. All I can think of is what Anne would look like in a wedding dress. Walking down the aisle towards me. Floating down the aisle like a red-headed angel. I remember when she blurted out that she'd make a terrible wife when her, Ruby, Diana came by and brought food. I couldn't even imagine Anne being a terrible wife. She's smart, caring, talented, and has a fiery temper. The first time I realized that she was the one for me the day that she whacked me over the head with a slate. I know it's strange to think that you'd marry someone after they break a slate over your head, but that's exactly what went through my mind. I know that she may not be the prettiest girl in Avonlea, but to me she is the most beautiful person in the world. She catches me looking at her and turns away. All I can think about is how beautiful she would look like in a wedding dress. White would bring out her pretty blue eyes and her stunning red hair. I think that my last name would suit her perfectly. Anne Shirley Blythe, sounds like music to my ears. Just this Christmas I thought of kissing her when our faces were mere inches apart. All I could do was muster out a "hmph". Why didn't I kiss her? Or tell her that I loved her? I don't think that there is any other girl for me out there in the world. I've only seen a small portion of the world, but I know that there is no one that could ever live up to the perfectness that is Anne Shirley Cuthbert. That red head is the one for me. Bash always teases me about how in love I am with Anne. I deny it and laugh it off, but when I lie awake at night all I can think about is how in love I am with her. She may not know it now, but one day I'll ask her out to go on a walk along the beach. The blue of her eyes would drown out the blue of the ocean. I focus back in on the wedding for just a second and see that Prissy runs away, it the door. Josie, Anne, Ruby, and Diana run after her. I don't know what to do if I couldn't be with Anne for the rest of my days. Anne Shirley Cuthbert you may not know this now, but one day we'll marry. /span/p