Just a little senseless kataang fluff. Aang pov. Second paragraph credited to"Children of the Mind," pg. 258, by: Orson Scott Card. I altered it from what it was in the book, but he still gets credit.

This Kind of Love

I sat on the bank of the river, watching Katara waterbend. She was so graceful in the movements, so beautiful. I sighed. I wasn't worthy of her, worthy of loving her, worthy of receiving her love. Did I even love her? I wondered. I thought I did. Think I do. But is this love?

It isn't the grand sweeping passion I expected to feel. Will this kind of love be enough for you, Katara? To reach out to you when I'm in need, and to try to be here for you when you need me back. And to feel such tenderness when I look at you that I want to stand between you and all the world: and at the same time also to lift you up and carry you above the strong currents of life; and at the same time I would be glad to stand always like this, at a distance, watching you, the beauty of you, as you live your life to the fullest.

I loved her, I knew that much. I just didn't deserve her. She deserved someone older, stronger, wiser, and wealthier. She deserved the very best. And I just wasn't it. How could she be happy with someone like me? Traveling around the world, with no regular meals or sleep, with firebenders constantly after us?

I sighed again. Something of my emotions must have shown on my face, because Katara stopped in her waterbending to come over and sit next to me.

"You okay, Aang?" She asked, concerned. She was always concerned for others. She was a good person.

"I'm okay." I lied, summoning up a smile for her.

She didn't buy it. "Are you sure?"

I paused. "No." I said sadly, letting the smile fall away.

"You want to talk about it?"

I shook my head. "Maybe later." Or never.

"Okay." She said softly. She got up and returned to her waterbending. She paused for a moment and looked back at me, smiling gently. I blushed faintly, and locked eyes with her. I could've sworn I'd seen her blush for a second before she turned her head and looked away.

I was filled with a strange but familiar feeling. Like all my insides had turned into a warm gooey mush. I had come to associate this feeling with love, meaning Katara. I thought back to what those guys had said in prison. (A/N: In episode 25, "Avatar Day." He went to prison and talked about his feelings. -laughs-) I felt my hope inflating inside my chest, like a happy bubble of warm gooeyness.

I made a promise to myself and to her. 'One day, Katara, after the war is over, I'll tell you what was bothering me today. Then, hopefully, you'll love me back.'