I was watching you that night. I saw him pull away from you, and I have to admit I felt vindicated. But I felt for you.
I'd been watching you for a while. I guess I was a little jealous of you. I'd ached when I realized I had not been Sokka's first kiss. I knew he loved me, yet sharing a first kiss had been a silly, princess-like dream I'd had, and I'd somehow hoped it could become real.
But I couldn't be upset with you. I'd admired you for some time; Katara had told me about you and the other Warriors, if only briefly. And moreover, I want Sokka to be happy. I always will. I wasn't sure at first how he felt about you, but I had my suspicions from the way he embraced you when you approached him. But I could tell immediately how you felt toward him.
So I felt your hurt when he pushed you away. I was honored that he still loved me, but I knew he could be happy with you. And I like you, Suki. I want you to be happy, too.
I saw your face fall when you turned away from him, and I could sense your heart falling too. I knew that feeling myself, from when my father gave me away in marriage. It's the feeling you get when you sense something's deeply wrong.
He needs you. And if I'm not mistaken, you need him just as much. Even your name means love, so — will you love him? For him, and for yourself?
And for me?