A/N: This is may second story, I hope you like it. :] It's a bunch of love and angst and a bit fluff. A tiny bit. Have fun!
"Marry me"
"You know I can't, Aang. You know I'm already married"
"Yeah, but it's with him, and you know you'd be happier with me than you ever would be with that…that…"
"You can't know that! He's my husband! I love – "
"Don't lie to me! You forget how well you taught me"
"Please, Aang, you've never mastered that technique. You have too much Air-Bender in you"
"At least say you love me"
"No"
"Why not?"
"It's too late; you're too late"
"It's NEVER too late!"
"Yes it is, Twinkle-Toes. There isn't anything even you can do. I'm married. Give up, already"
"I know you haven't forgotten what we had?"
"When we were twelve and thirteen? Yes, Aang, it was beautiful back then, a wonderful first-love, but I'm twenty-three now – "
"With a forty-six year-old husband"
"Which is BESIDE the point! Aang, face it; you're too late. You were gone for so long…"
"You KNOW I never stopped loving you!"
"After awhile, there was no way to be sure what we had was even REAL! You weren't around to reassure me, were you? When you stopped writing, you stopped everything…How was I supposed to take out of that that you still loved me? SEVEN years I waited – "
"You waited for me?"
"What did I just say?"
"You…waited"
"For seven long years"
"You waited!"
"Wha - ? Aang, stop it"
"You do love me!"
"I…don't know if you could say that…"
"No, you do! Seven years is a long time to wait for somebody you don't love"
"If you do recall, I stopped waiting"
"Ah…well…"
"And you're not taking into account that I have a husband. Did you forget that?"
"I bet you wish you could, here, with me"
"Aang…I…I just can't…"
"Tell me you still love me. If you…if you don't…I…"
"Why?"
"Because I never stop, nor will I ever stop, loving you, Toph"
"I still love you, Aang"