He still loved her despite how sickly she looked.
After all, it had never mattered what she looked like.
All that mattered was how pure and beautiful her heart was, not that the sight of her now caused most people to gag.
Haruhi did not look like the handsome male host that she had pretended to be in high school nor did she look like the beautiful woman that she had grown in to.
It wasn't her fault that she looked like a zombie in appearance with pale white skin that was tinted a horrible brown color and massive lines under her eyes with the most lifeless look that Tamaki had the chance to see on her face.
He still kissed her, and he still loved her.
He had a seemingly endless devotion to the woman that he had first met and fallen for when they were teenagers.
It didn't matter that she didn't look as beautiful as the girls that used to try to win Tamaki's heart; her beauty was from with in, and still managed to light a warm fire in Tamaki's heart.
He loved her inner beauty, her inner self, not her outer beauty; inner beauty never disintegrated the way that outer beauty did.
Outer beauty did so over night due to outside factors.
Inner beauty faded slower based off of thoughts and choices made in life.