He was a poor boy. I was a rich girl. I fell for him, he fell for me. I gave it all to him, my wealth, my love, everything. But I guess it wasn't enough, he fell for the Avatar, she seemed to have it all, hell she did have it all, power over all the elements, friends, respect. I'd be lying if I said seeing him with her didn't burn me up inside because it did, it really did. But I was happy for him, I wasn't taught like other girls, to be mad and jealous, my mother raised me to a standard, not a stereotype. She was lucky, to have him, to be able to hug him and kiss those lips. But it all changed when he broke up with her. I thought to myself, he must be crazy, what wasn't good enough for him. I shouldn't have kissed him, I really shouldn't have, I set myself up for heartbreak and sadness doing that. I couldn't believe I was so stupid. It was a moment of hope and desperation I guess. My machines were gone, my company was ruined, but he said, "Well, I'm not giving up on you." A simple hug and a "Thank you Mako" would have sufficed but I decided to kiss him, SO UNBELIEVABLY STUPID. Our love seemed to rekindle when Korra was gone, he was so stressed with his job and I was able to calm him down. I had him back, his hugs, his lips, everything. Bolin was right when he shouted accusingly "Korra left a week ago!" I was selfish, and so was he. I didn't see him when they arrested him for doing his job, if I really loved him I would have done everything I could to clear his name, but I didn't, he reminded me too much of how my father was in jail. When Korra ran to him and hugged him and kissed him after he was released, my heart shattered, my last bit of happiness taken away, right in front of me. I chastised myself in my head a thousand times over, "You should have seen this coming!" "You HAD to kiss him didn't you?!" But I put aside my sadness, I had to help prevent Vatu from escaping, to help her close the portals before Harmonic Convergence. In the end, they did break up, I was angry with him this time, did he take pleasure in toying with hearts and breaking them?! I looked at an old picture of us, him kissing my cheek and me smiling ear to ear. Teardrops started to collect on it, I guess it all boiled down to this: he was a poor boy and I was a rich girl, we were in love, we were on top of the world, we had it all, but we came crashing down. In the end love has left me broken and scared
