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When he had first thought of her as more than just a friend, he thought he had gone crazy. Too much time eating by a campfire; too much time outside; too much time with peasants. And yet, the feelings that he had started to develop, never went away. In fact, they had gotten stronger.
When he had pursued his feelings, he had been surprised that she didn't smack him or kill him. She had smiled.
When he asked her to marry him, she hadn't hit him or put him six feet under, she had smiled.
When he told her that even though he loved her, people in the Fire Nation might not like it he thought she would kill him; she came pretty close to killing him. But after the "discussion" was all over, she had smiled.
Smiled. At him.
When she looked at him, he could feel her blue orbs seep through him; she knew him better than anyone.
When he was lying, she knew.
When he was hurt, she knew.
When he was utterly in a loss for words, she knew.
And most of the time, she caused it.
And yet, through her faults and his bad judgment, through the fire starting daughter at the supper table, and a son that just like him (even though he didn't know that yet), she loved him. And he loved her.
She was a strange girl. Different than any other Fire Lady.
But that didn't matter to him.
She was still the same girl he was going married; the same girl he traveled with and had chased all around the world.
She was still the same girl he loved. She was caring, kind, a little unpredictable, but that was typical. For her that is.
And as he stared at the woman dressed in a robe that was draped in red and blue, he knew there was no one else like her.
When they exchanged vows at the altar, and in the after party, drank to their everlasting love, he knew that he would love no other woman.
She was Katara, after all. And she was wonderful.