"Love likes to remember us that, even when we least need it, we are at its mercy"
Water tribe warrior Sokka knows where he's heading : to fight against the fire nation and restore peace. What he doesn't know that well is where his heart is at. Is i...
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I don't know much about anything, really. And I certainly don't know a thing about love. If I had to compare it to something, I would say waterbending, as from what I've seen, it holds a kind of power. Healing, almost. Sorry for being dramatic. Usually, these thoughts don't cross my mind, but since the first letter, that's all I seem to think about. Even Katara has noticed that there is something off with me, and she is pretty dense, so it must be fucking obvious. Anyways, I'm getting sidetracked. We were talking about the first letter. Just like the ones that would arrive after it, the author hid it in a place a was sure to inspect later. That time, it had been rolled inside the waterbending scroll that we had stolen from a pirate ship (and the fire nation). When I took it out of my pocket and handed it to my sister, an envelop too small for them to notice fell from its insides. Just when I was about to put it back in, afraid I had damaged the scroll, I saw my name written in a very elegant manner on its side. I was surprised, but not as much as when I read its message:
"There's something about your eyes, that I can't seem to forget Haven't seen them many times Hope to see them again"
...The poem was complete shit. Actual, absolute shit. Never had I seen someone rhyme so poorly, with sentences so cliché that even I, who Katara used to make fun of for being almost "illiterate", could tell had been stolen, or "heavily inspired by" long ago classics. Certainly, it wasn't the quality (or lack of) that made my heart skip a beat, but rather the fact that those words had been written for me, about me. It was so inimaginable that at first I wondered if the poem was instead directed to my sister, whose beauty turned many more heads, and that there had been a mistake while sending it. But no, it was my name that covered the envelop.
Before Aang or Katara could notice, I hid the paper in my pocket and spent the rest of the ride wondering whose shitty poem it was.
A/N: hi bitches practice your poetry or end up like Zuko :)
