Age shouldn't matter.
Who cares if she was older? Much older.
And who cares if she was annoying at time? Oh so very annoying.
And what was with the hitting him on the head thing? But he had a hard head.
And she couldn't draw to save her life. But drawing was overrated.
Who kept needing to be rescued. Wasn't that his job?
Because she was always around when he needed her. And that's what counted.
And she understood him. She knew him in a way no one else could.
She had shared her Soul Reaper powers with him.
And fought side by side with him.
He could sense her presence. When she was happy. When she was sad.
He could feel what she felt. Because they were connected.
Because he loved her. And it was real.
Who cares if she was older? He didn't.
Age shouldn't matter. It didn't.
The only thing that mattered was love. And he definitely loved her.
It wasn't a question. It just was.
I love you, Rukia Kuchiki.
I love you too, Ichigo Kurosaki.
