Dear Peeta,
I can't help but think about you. In all I do, my thoughts always find you. I found your therapy letters. I'm sorry I've been so cold to you. I've been so confused about my feelings. I've been so lost without you. A lot has happened since the Hunger Games. The Quell, the rebellion, the war. Losing Prim, Cinna and so many more has been so hard. I know it's been hard on you too. The thought of losing you is unbearable. The Hunger Games and the Quell are still fresh in my mind. The killing, the blood, the faces. The nightmares have found me again, they get worse every night. Most of them are of losing you. Please don't make my life a nightmare. I talked to Annie recently, she asked about you. She wants to visit. We talked about how difficult it's been without Finnick, how everyday with her child is a painful reminder of Finnick. I realized that I can't live without you. I've figured out how I feel about you. Sorry it took so long. I need you. I hope you remember the times we had together; the train, the picnic, the sleepless nights, the cave, the beach. I know you may not believe me when I say this but it wasn't all fake, I didn't know what I was feeling, now I do. Peeta, I can't live with myself knowing I'm the cause of your pain, your torture. I'm so sorry for all that I've put you through. I need your gentle touch, your loving tenderness, and your laughing eyes. I hope we can truly be in love as it was once believed, before the Capitol destroyed our lives, our home, our families, and our love. I cannot bear to know that our love was traded for hate. I cannot accept this. On our mission, you showed me that our love can conquer any poison. The Games, the tracker jackers, and the Capitol's cruelty. We've gotten through it all. I need you. I don't need Gale's fire; I have enough of my own. I need my boy with the bread. I need you.
Yours always,
Katniss Everdeen