Sometimes I wonder whether or not to blame you for the fact that you didn’t know how to love me. Maybe it wasn’t your fault that you’d pushed yourself onto me the way that you did. But then maybe it was.
When you told me to contemplate the world, what did you expect me to picture in my mind? A map? Some floaty cosmic energy? You know what I actually did see? Katara, Sokka and Toph. I saw the Kyoishi Warriors, The White Lotus, the monks who raised me, and I saw Zuko. I don’t know how to “contemplate the world” without first thinking of the people I care about. Including Zuko.
I love the little moments when the truth breaks out of your shell and shows me that you’re thinking about me too. I’m not someone who just slipped out of your thoughts in the span of a few seconds. You’re struggling to let me go too.
I know we don’t talk much like we used to do . But around 2 am you cross my mind & I just miss you so much that my stomach ties up in knots and it actually hurts to know that you won’t come back …but I guess that’s okay