Epilogue
When Sokka is closest to Suki, he is the closest to his equal counterweight.
Yin and yang or such over-used ideas in the Water Tribe, but Sokka simply can't help but think it is appropriate. She might have well been one in and of herself when they first met: feminine yet powerful, mature yet capable of petulance. Deadly but affectionate. Contradictions to what he expected, and yet somehow everything he found he wanted. And as he grew and matured, she found the same in him: not simply a barbaric misogynist, but so much more.
She made him feel clumsy with her poise and confidence, yet he made her insecure like a maiden. Her gravitas, her maturity, put his whimsical nature to shame, yet she admired his determination and resolve. He was innovative and yet conservative: she was progressive and yet an entirely different sort of traditional.
They were not magnetic opposites, to attract. They were not anti-materials, which could not mix. They were interlocking components, seeing in the other the very things they found lacking in themselves… and sharing a conviction that the other lacked no such thing, despite protests.
Perhaps they were not made for each other, but they fit. That was more than enough.
After the war, Sokka found adventures no less interesting in an entirely difference context: on the home front, with Suki. Between balancing time on Kyoshi Island with responsibilities and duties at the South Pole, Sokka and Suki ultimately managed responsible, happy, and mostly peaceful lives together… at least in so much that their regular spars and occasional adventures could be considered peaceful.