Love is a game.

Aang had to learn this the hard way.

It can end either good or bad. In the end, it does not matter what side you were on. All that matters anymore is how you're doing when the sands of time fall into place, and the clock has struck it's final hour.

The pawns and pieces of love-you're friends, loves, and may he dare say, enemies-are the ones who bring you to the end, you're destination, and decide whether you win or lose.

What he desperately wants (to hold her dark mocha skin, and stare into those blue crystal eyes, and for her to be his till the day he dies) is nearly impossible, even if the love he could have is just an arm reach away.

But Aang, is playing two games.

He has the war in one hand, and love in another, juggling them as he blindly dips his toes in the pool of life. He's totally unaware of how his fate was already chosen since the beginning of time.

Any mortal can only handle so much.

The dice has been rolled, and his numbers aren't looking so well.

Each step closer to winning the game of the war-it is his destiny after all- is a step back in the game of love.

But now, he decides, the games are unfair. Because now his broken heart mourns for the day he can hold her and kiss her, but instead he sees another man take his place. It's a race to the finish line, and he just can't win both at the same time.

To win the game of love, he must win her heart.

But to win the game of war, he must forget her.

And you must not forget the other players, the ones that push you when you fall (and enemies surround them, like vultures on prey) and others that help you to your feet. But sadly, good people like that aren't very common. (and the good people are vanishing like the hope in his heart)

Then there is hate. An obstacle blocking your way, forcing you to step back and only focus on that one thing. And he narrows his eyes at the man he loathes-and he wonders what he missing, to be like him-, the man who took his love away-and he realizes, he's missing her and maybe time-, and who won the game before he had a chance to even make his next move.

Aang discovers, that sometimes, you can't have everything you want.

So he stands in the crowd, staring at the wedding he should have been in-he should be holding her hand, saying the vows he's been dreaming of-, in a world where war no longer exists -that game has been won, but he lost other game in the second round-, and he can only stare at the woman he desires the most. And has been wanting since day one.

You can only win one game at a time. And that's it.

Aang found out that love is a game for two.

And only two.