Breath taking. She is the sun. She makes all of Panem smile.

My desire for her started that day I gave her the bread. I had never seen a girl look so beautiful yet so depressed at the time. I fell in love with her, like madly insanely in love with her, that day at the reaping. I told all of Panem different, to make a better story. But that day when she basically signed her death certificate for her sister, I knew she was the one for me.

Many might think that what she did was stupid but, to me it was honorable and brave. It was something no one had done before. She risked her life to help someone else.

Then, my name was called. I wished that someone would volunteer for me but, I had no such luck. I would be battling the love of my life to the death. I suddenly knew what I had to do; I had to make sure she made home alive, even if that meant I had to die.

So, I risked it all with the Careers in hope that I could hold them of long enough so that she could getaway and form a plan of action. It worked for a little while, until I helped her escape that is. I was hurt badly. I was sure to die. Then, she came. She saved me. Together we defied the Capital. We survived the Hunger Games.

We survived the Hunger Games…. Just to be sent back in to fight for our lives another time. This time it was sure that only one would survive. The Capital won't let themselves be mocked a second time.

The Games start again tomorrow. I will never get to see her walking towards me down the isle. She'll never actually be round with MY child. Even as these thoughts haunt me, I know I must try to get her out of these games before they start. So, I lie. It's a huge lie I tell. I tell all of Panem that Katniss is expecting but, the rules have been written they are making her fight anyway.

I've just told them. I can see the shock and embarrassment on Katniss' face. I hope that my lie might help her get sponsors. She MUST survive.

Next morning

I see Katniss; I can tell she is trying to take in her surroundings and form a plan. The gong has run. All I can think is…. She MUST win.

Let the 75th annual Hunger Games begin.

I love you my beautiful Mockingjay.