"Sometimes me think what is love. And then me think love is what last chocolate cookie is for.
Me give up last cookie for you."
-Cookie Monster

Mako's POV

I always thought my scarf was the only thing left of love. Yes I loved Bolin but being on the streets can change you. My scarf was the only thing that I felt was left of my fathers love. It was his love. It was all Bo and I had left of him, we didn't have anything left of our mother. I always wondered what is love, and every time I thought it, I would think of my scarf. How much I love it because it was my dads. No one could touch my scarf, hell I wouldn't even let Bolin touch it!

But for some reason I let Korra use it with no hesitation. When we went looking for Bo, I let her wear it. I barely even knew her then. But now, now we are as close as close can be. We defeated Amon a few months ago and Korra and I have been together since then. I told her I figured out I loved her when she was captured, and that was the truth. But there was more to it than that.

"Hey." My thoughts were interrupted by a pair of arms hugging me from behind.

I smiled, "Hey."

"You smell really nice." Korra said out of nowhere.

I chuckled, "Thanks?"

"You smell like dumplings mixed with cologne." She mumbled.

I chuckled again and I could feel her smile against my back.

"I'll take that as a compliment." I said.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Well, I'm currently talking to you." I joked.

I could practically feel her roll her eyes, "That's not what I meant smart alec."

I chuckled and put my hands on hers that were around my waist. I took them off of me and turned around, I intertwined our fingers and kissed her forehead.

"I was just thinking." I mumbled, my lips still on her forehead.

"'Bout what?" She asked.

I guess I could tell her know, I guess I could tell her how much I love her and how I came to love her.

"Love, what it is. And us, how much I love you and how it came to be." I summarized.

This got her attention and she looked up at me, "And?"

I smiled warmly down at her, "I never told you when and how I realized I loved you."

"Yes you did! You told me it was when Tarrlok captured me, you were loosing your mind in thought of never seeing me again." She recited some of my words.

"Well yeah, but that's not the fully detailed story." I said.

"Go on." She insisted.

"You know how important my scarf is to me, right?" I started.

"Yeah..." Korra looked at me confused.

I inwardly laughed at her confusion, it made her look even cuter than she already was.

"Well, I have never let anyone even touch my scarf. Because I always thought my scarf was the meaning of love, what it resembled. It resembled my father who loved us. It resembled his love, and on the streets, that was all the love we had. Other than Bo, that scarf was all I had of any love. People were cold and cruel on the streets. The scarf kept me warm emotionally and physically. It let me know that some people still love and on the cold nights it kept me warm." I stopped to let her catch up.

She seemed to be deep in thought and I gave a small smile at that.

"Okay, so where does this tie into your love for me?" She asked, her big blue orbs wide with wonder.

"I wasn't finished."

"Oh."

"Anyways, you know that I don't let anyone touch my scarf." I said again.

"But I have worn it before..." She was said, her confusion back.

"Exactly." I said and then she looked at me like I was crazy.

"I don't get it! Mako just explain it!" She whined.

I chuckled and silenced her with a kiss.

"When Tarrlok took you was when I realized I loved you. That was when I realized how important you were. But another huge part of that is that while you were gone, I remembered when we went looking for Bo. And I remember Asami taking my scarf to wash it and me yelling at her. She even know how much it meant yet she still wanted to wash it. I don't even know how she got it... Anyways, I explained to her again how much my scarf means to me. And she asked me a simple question, 'What is your definition of love?' And of course I answered my scarf. She looked confused so I explained that no one is allowed to touch it." I took a break to take a deep breath.

"Not even Bo. And then I thought about how I let you wear it with no hesitation. I didn't think twice about giving it to you, I just... let you wear it. And it was a simple as that. I wouldn't even let my own brother touch it! And I let you wear it. That's when I realized how much you really did mean to me. That I let you wear my definition of love. And I figured that must mean I love you. And I do." I smiled down at her and she had a few happy tears in her eyes.

"And now I have a new definition of love." I whispered.

"What?" She asked, a tear rolling down her cheek.

I wiped it away with the pad of my thumb, I leaned in close.

"You." I whispered on her lips before kissing her.

I know, this one was kind of short... But I really liked writing it! I thought it was really fun to write.
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