Annie,
I hope you know I love you. I'm sure you do. I hope you know Katniss, and Peeta, and all of the others. I hope you aren't hurt by what they say.
I wish I was with you. I wish I could hold you, comfort you, but in the place I am, no one goes back. I want to hold you, comfort you, kiss our son. But I can't.
Annie, Annie, Annie. How sweet your name feels on my lips. My one, true love. The poor mad girl from District 4. But you aren't mad. You are mine.
I wish you a blissful forgetfulness, a way to get away from the arena. I know it hurt. It still pierces. But you'll get past it.
I hope.
Annie, Annie, Annie. Annie Cresta, the mad girl from District Four. I hope I never find out how you won.
I bleed for you- left alone by my death. The mad girl is only apart of you. I am a part of you. You were so much more than just the afflicted mad girl. You were my life.
And now my life lives on in you and our son.
Thank you, Annie. Thank you for going on, even without me.
Finnick.