DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own The Hunger Games. Please R & R :)
A/N: This is my first Fanfic for the Hunger Games. Please please please leave reviews and tell me if you like it! :)
A/N: This ships Peeta/Katniss. Gale/Katniss shippers might not like it!
Dear Diary,
Today I completed 12 years of marriage with Peeta. These twelve years have been the best of my life. The nightmares and all the scars of the incidents still remain but now I have Peeta by my side. I am no longer faking anything for the camera. I am me, finally.
When I look back to those years of the Hunger Games, they seem like a second away. The memories are fresh as ever, every detail is etched permanently in my mind. I still remember that conversation when Gale told Peeta that I would choose the one that I couldn't SURVIVE without. He was so wrong. I can survive without both of them but I can't LIVE without Peeta. Whenever I think why I chose Peeta, I can come up with a thousand reasons.
Peeta…he is the kindest man I have ever had the luck to get acquainted with. His sparkling blue eyes are earnest so unlike Gale's. Gale is full of fire, fire that is fueled by hatred. While Peeta is warm, he has the warmth of love. Peeta's steady hands have always been the support of my world. I can let my guard down only in his arms. His warmth engulfs me and takes away all my pain.
I always thought that I was faking my feelings for Peeta but I was not right. I really loved him. The day when he tried to kill me was the worst of my life; realizing that Peeta would never love me, never ever hold me was too devastating. I longed to go back to the real Peeta, my Peeta, who would look at me through loving eyes.
Peeta's greatness never made me feel humble, it made me feel great myself. His walk was never stealthy because he was an open person. He had no lies to cover or any secrets to hide. He still doesn't. His gift with the words has helped me recover and be a normal person. Not completely normal but definitely more than I could ever hope for. It was him, in fact, who suggested that I start maintaining a diary.
We are a happy couple now, a really happy couple. Peeta runs a bakery. Every month we make it a point to distribute cake among the poor. While I hunt and also, sing. Yes, I have started singing. I have written a few songs and Peeta says they are amazing. Peeta paints too. He says he loves to paint me and therefore I end up modeling for him every other Sunday! But mostly he paints from his memory. He has painted some instances of our days in school that I had forgotten entirely! His paintings scream that I looked really ugly during my stay at District 13. But still he calls them beautiful. Maybe love really is blind! :)
Peeta says it is about time for a baby. But I am still not sure. He is going to be the best father no doubt, but I am apprehensive about myself. Slowly I have started considering the possibility of a baby. I know, however bad mother I might turn out to be, Peeta will make it alright. I am sure he would make everything perfect and…safe. With him around I feel safe, safer I have ever felt; the safety that I used to feel around my father. We have made Panem a safer place; maybe we can have our little miracle.
We still have nightmares. But now I don't thrash around. Our nightmares are almost the same. I lose Peeta in them, but when I see him right there besides me, I close my eyes to go back to sleep.
Mom asked me Why Peeta? I said because it was never anyone else.
Please leave reviews...! Constructive criticism is always welcome..! :)