Dem Feels

God, I missed talking to him. He's the reason I love going back home. He makes home, "home".

I missed talking to him so much.
Visually, he's nothing special. A six on the best of days.
BUT DEAR SWEET BABY AANG, HIS MIND IS SO BEAUTIFUL.

I made a very special point to isolate him and just talk, just so that I could listen to him talk.
His voice.
His speech patterns.
His thoughts.

All of it. I love it.
Yeah, love. Its attractive.
I remember when I used to hesitate the use that word to say how I felt about him (AND I STILL DO) just because I was scared that he would know that I actually meant it. I worried he would notice that I changed my voice when I mumbled "I love you so much" and realize its was different from when I said that to everyone else. I worried he would notice I meant it.

He'll always be out of my reach, though. I ruined it.
I ruin everything. I don't think its subconsciously on purpose, but I sabotage it.

For now, I'll just stand on the sidelines and watch. You know, in a totally non-creepy way, of course.

I'M NOT WEIRD.