Dear Peeta,
I honestly don't know why I'm writing this to you. I think that writing these letters is stupid, I don't like it. But I know that when I die you will want to have something from me. So I guess I'm doing this for you, in a way.
I do care about you Peeta, never doubt that. I could never just turn around, forget, and leave you. We have been through too much together. You're the only one that can make me feel safe. No one has ever made me feel as safe as you have. Whenever we sleep next to each other with your arms wrapped around me, that's the only time I can completely relax and fall asleep. You know how to make the nightmares go away.
I'm going to save you in the Quarter Quell Peeta. I'm going to die to save you, you deserve to live. Your so much better than everyone else Peeta. You have to see why I think you should live. No one could ever come close to how pure and good you are. Haymitch even agrees with me.
Right now, as I look at you sleeping in my room as I write this, I can see why I want you come out alive and change this world into something good. You can motivate all of these people into rebelling. I can't do that. Please turn this world into something fair and nice. Please.
Oh, and please move on from me. Fall in love with someone who will love and treat you the way you should be loved and treated. I really wish I could love you the way you love me. I honestly think that I could love you if there were no games. But then would we have met? These questions always haunt me.
Live your life Peeta, for me. Be happy. You gave me hope when I had none. You made me live and try again. I will never be able to repay you for that. I will never ever forget you. You are my Boy with the Bread. And I love you very much.
Live on,
Katniss Everdeen