It was amazing. Love is amazing. It works in so many ways, but it always unfolds with a great supernova of elation that shakes the recipients to the very core, with an apocalyptic blast that all but severs them from the face of reality, away from the Earth, landing them somewhere up on Cloud Nine.

It sounds painful, and not to mention frightening, but that's about all I can think to describe it. I sound Lovestruck, and I am, I even took a test that Suki gave me, and I came away with my rating as "Lovestruck Moron." AND THAT WAS THE ACTUAL RATING.I don't think I'm a moron, at least, not most of the time, but I know one thing, I am Lovestruck, and I AM incredibly jealous.

I'm jealous of Zuko and Katara. I'm so happy for them, they seem so happy together, always laughing, and then arguing, and then rolling in the dirt, and then they end up making out all over the floor. This is gross, and I'm thankful I'm blind so I don't have to watch them vacuum out the insides of their mouths via tongue, but it does leave me wishing that I could have somebody to do that with. Not the spit gland dry-cleaning, but the arguing part, and the general being close to somebody. That's what I mean. That's what I want.

It's kinda difficult when most guys you know are weaker than you are, and already have girlfriends...

I'm still friends with them, though. I like Aang, Aang is cool, if not a little bit babyish sometimes, especially when Katara comes within 300 feet of him, and then his face gets all "Goo Goo Gaa Gaa"

and his tongue almost touches the floor. Katara just smiles at him, knowing how she's got him wrapped around her little finger—and I know she knows—but she never takes advantage of him, because she's just so sweet.

That's one of the reasons why I gave her the nickname Sugar Queen. I don't remember the actual reason, but I sorta gave it to her because she's like a piece of candy. Like one of those stupid tarts that Sokka likes to eat—constantly saying that they don't bother him—and then makes his face shrivel up, because they're too strong for his mouth, and he knows it.

I think he does it because he likes making me laugh. I don't know.

Sokka is strange. If there was something in a dictionary—a dictionary I could read—under his name, it would probably come up labeled as misled genius. He's misled, all right, but the whole thing about him is his stupidity. He isn't stupid, he's just...Sokka. He just is, and I can't think of any way to describe him better than that, because that's how he comes to mind. He's very smart, he likes to organize stuff, including the contents of my room—he stopped this after I punched him through the wall at least three times, once again, there's his stupidity—and he's also really stubborn. Kinda like me, only he doesn't sling an oversized rock at your head to get you to listen, he'd just as soon dice you into small pieces with his sword.

He wouldn't hurt us. Never. He'd never hurt us, only anything else that ever tried to. And, judging from the past few years of being an official member of what he called the "Gaang" a lot of things have tried to hurt us.

For example, there was the entire Fire-Nation. Why couldn't they just stay home? I mean, I completely understand them on the whole "Wanting to expand" thing, as I was trapped in my citadel... I mean my home, until Aang and his friend busted me outta there. I decided to come with them, lying that my father had given me permission—Like Hell he would've given me permission—so I just decided to come along with them, anyway, and've never regretted it for a second, even when I'm faced with Death.

There was the insane princess, Azula, who had tried to kill pretty much all of us, especially after the War was over, and she came after us, bloodthirsty, psychotic and unstoppably cool. At least she was, until Sokka hacked her arm off, after sending us all on our merry ways, saying that he'd come back, alive.

I admit, I was a little more than worried about him. And if he hadn't come back alive, what I would've done to him—or had Aang do to him if I didn't feel like waiting—would've seemed like nothing compared to Azula.

But Sokka came back alive, carrying Azula's arm to show us just how alive he was, and she wasn't. He had been happy, he was happy we were safe, and I think he was even happier that Suki had come back from the War unscathed, alongside her fellow Kyoshi warriors.

They're a group of girls, only girls, except Sokka who was trained by Suki, who fight using some weird form of martial arts, and fans. Anyone who can kick your ass with a fan deserves immediate and undeniable respect. This is fine, I respect her, and she respects me. I can't say were friends—We both have a crush on the same guy, duh—but she's cool, nonetheless.

At least, she was until she started hitting on him. It was the same Lovey-Dovey stuff you always see. "Hey, Sokka" with a smile. "How are you, Sokka?" with a wink. "Nice moves, Sokka." with a smile and a pointed finger at his swords.

Yes, I know, that last one sounded so wrong until I said swords.

Come to think of it, it sounds even worse once I said swords. I you can't figure out why, then I shouldn't even tell you the answer. It doesn't matter, perverted humor isn't the point of this conversation, now. I'm just sitting in this bar, completely wasted, telling my thoughts to the random stranger who came and sat down beside me, equally as drunk.

Maybe you aren't listening, maybe you are. If you aren't—and I know it sounds pathetic—I don't care, I just need someplace to dump my thoughts until I'm ready to sort through 'em, again. If you are listening, I'll tell you a story. It's a happy one, there's no use telling you some sob story when were both plastered on cactus juice.

Lemme breathe for a second. Oh, sorry, is my grip on your throat too tight? Well, I told you I needed someone to talk to, it's not my fault you tried to get away.

Now you're wheezing. Here, let me adjust that for you.

This is the story of how I got a boyfriend, whom I didn't even want, and somehow ended up with the one I did.

Sound weird, right? Believe me, it gets weirder...