Dear Sokka,
Many Years have passed since our last letters. There has been moments where I find myself looking out the window, searching the horizon to see if you are there. Too many hours have passed since I last saw you, much more time since we were able to talk. There is so much that has been left unsaid, and so many more things that has been left undone. The loose ends need to be tied, and the haze that darkens my mind needs to be lifted.
Worlds collided in our past, which was the reason that we were brought together. War that created a tension among the nations for hundred years. So much blood was shed during those times. The innocence that was lost on the voyage to resolution numbers the better part of millions. Soldiers called to war in their prime, as young as or even younger, then we were. The sights that we endured during those more treacherous of adventures as we fought together for what was the greater good, have still these many years later kept me up at nights.
Speaking of innocence lost I can only let my mind wander so far before I have to rein it in. Our friends secret love triangle that none of them knew what actually was. A horrible thing that they were never able to divulge their true feelings before the end of the war. Now we are all scattered across the globe, coming into contact with one another only by chance or for a tragic emergency.
A pain reaches deep into my soul when I think of our last time together. I can think back to the day I received the news. I couldn't believe at first. Surely it was a dream, or a mistake. I can remember all too vividly the feel of the parchment as the news of Toph's death sunk in. For a life to be suddenly ended at such a tender age, is truly a tragedy. At only fifteen, and only a month away from being of marrying age, she fell ill. Why she didn't inform us of the disease sooner, when something could have been done, I have yet to figure out.
At the funeral, watching the body flicker behind the flames, the smoke reaching out to the night sky, my heart went out the man who had hoped for her hand. His eyes were still moist from his finding her dead in her room. Your sister's eyes were already aged. Only three years, and a year of marriage had made her into a woman. Losing the hope to ever have children didn't help her keep her youthful appearance. Hearing that your sister had lost a child, while we were at the funeral didn't foreshadow a bright future for us. But as we walked along the shore that night, discussing the plans we had for our villages, I realized our future was ours to make it. When the topic of marriage came up, don't think that it passed by me you became tense.
After a failed relationship with Suki, you had not pursued another woman. Suki had grown unreasonably resentful in her time in prison. She kept it deep inside, but the blame was still there. She had blamed you for her torment. How could you find it within yourself to trust another female, after the love of your life blamed you for something you had no control over.
I can't blame you. For all the ladies I have had paraded in front of me, none have had that combination in which I am looking for. I find it amusing that of all the women falling at your feet, you can't find one to chose. Though, I can imagine why.
I hope this letter reaches you in a timely fashion. I wait eagerly to receive a letter in response. So much time has past, as I had said, and the need to converse with you has grown from a trifling fancy to a pure desire.
Zuko