Why?
Why do you love her?
On many occasions Aang had been asked this question. When he had met Meng for the second time she had asked him this. She had long since gotten over him but she still wondered. In fact everyone wondered even after he and Katara were married ravish fan girls still asked.
Why do you love her?
For a moment he would just stare at the person questioning him like the answer was obvious. And then he would really think about it and tried his best to give them a good and believable answer. He would list of reasons inside his head before answering.
He would say. Because just as a wise man once said- you don't marry the one you can live with. You marry the one you can't live without. If Katara was gone I wouldn't be able to survive. Just as the earth revolves around the sun. Katara is my sun- there are no other words for it.
He would of course be rewarded with a series of awws and if Katara was there, a kiss.
But late at night laying next to her and wonder about his answer. In truth he loved everything about her.
The way her hair lowed over her shoulders so perfectly or how just one look into those eyes was enough to make him blush. But his love went much deeper. He loved her instant motherliness and how she couldn't help but give a few coins to a beggar on the street as they passed him. Or how she seemed so innocent but then she could kick butt whenever she needed to. He loved how she never forgot to make a vegetarian option for him even when Sokka was over. He loved how she played with Tenzin even though she could never catch him. He would always laugh at that and then the boy would run into his arms and his mom would be next.
And every day he would think about how lucky he was and how she made him the man he is today. And every time he looked into those eyes he would relive every moment since their first meeting. He could never get her off his mind- like he would want to.
He turned to her and brushed his hand over her sleeping face. Yes he was a very lucky man and he knew it