Dear Katniss,
I'm sorry. For everything. I'm…I'm just sorry. I'm sorry for not telling you how I felt about you sooner, so you wouldn't have to go running into the arms of Peeta. I'm sorry I didn't run away with you when we still could have. This whole thing could have been avoided, and we could be happy. I'm sorry for getting so caught up in the war, for not realizing what it was doing to you. I'm sorry for helping to make you the Mocking Jay, when what you really needed was to be away from all the violence. After all, going through two of the Hunger Games, you've had enough of it for a lifetime. Most of all I'm sorry for Prim. I'm sorry I'm the reason for…you know. I'm not the one that dropped the bomb, but I made it knowing what it would do. Not knowing it would kill your Prim, but perhaps someone else's. I want to tell you all of these things, but I can't. You're all the way in District 12. I could go there, and tell you in person, but that would be wrong of me. I've caused you so much pain I at least owe you the promise that you'll never have to see my face again, no matter how much pain it causes me. That's my punishment, to finally give up. To stop fighting for you and just hope that you're happy with Peeta, and that he's good to you. I know he will be because he's such a god dam great guy. Forgive my bitterness. Well, that's all I wanted to say. Needed to say really. Don't worry I won't sent this. I just needed to write it. So goodbye Catnip. I love you, and I won't put you though anymore pain.
Gale