Everyone always said love was something unimaginable, something that can't be seen, but clearly felt. Everyone said love wasn't easy, love was full of roller coasters each one bringing its own new twist and turn. Everyone said this and everyone said that.
For too long I have listened to what everyone else says. For too long I actually believed what everyone else said. But what would happen if I didn't listen to everyone? If I listened to what was inside my heart and what made sense to me as a person.
After one of the roughest weeks of my teenage life I found myself standing on a metal plate, either seconds or days from my death. No one told me anything the second I got reaped. No one told me you're going to survive, you're strong and you're coming home. Everyone believed my fate was sealed. I was going to die. There was only one hope in this dark week, a girl. Not just any ordinary girl I found myself looking at, but the girl I have loved for most of my life.
The girl whose look could send shivers down my back and emit fiery flames of desire. I was too young. I was merely a sixteen year old boy who didn't have much to show for himself. I worked at a bakery with a family that never showed me what love was like. When I first locked eyes with this girl, that was the first time I felt the fire inside build up, the only thing cooling it was the cold rain that fell that day.
I only remember the sharp sting from my mothers hand. I can't recall where my motive was for burning that loaf of bread, but today as I stand seconds from running off this death trap, I know it was out of love for that girl, for Katniss Everdeen. I chance a glance in her direction and the memories from the week flash in front of my eyes. She has her grey eyes set on something shining in the sun 10 or so feet in front of me. It takes me a few seconds to adjust my eyes when I notice the familiar shape of a bow and the bag of arrows leaning against the bow. Instinctively I shake my head and connect eyes with Katniss. She brings her brows together, setting a confused look upon her beautiful face. I wanted to mouth no, but the canon goes off and suddenly everyone is running towards the pile of supplies in the center. I take one last look behind me just to make sure Katniss has made it out of the worst. I notice her lunge toward a backpack before the only thing I can see is green.
Here is where my fate lies. Here is where I will welcome death like an old friend because Katniss needs to live, Katniss needs to win. Whether she knows how I feel about her or not, her fate is already sealed in my mind. She will live.