I could live 100 lifetimes and not deserve him. I think Haymitch is wrong here, though; I could life an infinite amount of lifetimes and not deserve him. Not that those lives would even be worth considering if Peeta wasn't there, right by my side every moment of every hour.
His heart pounding next to mine as we stand and watch the world go by, what could mean anything more? I doubt that Haymitch sees us that way, though. I think that in his mind we are nothing more than mere acquaintances that happen to have been forced to pretend to love each other.
Maybe at the start he was right. Maybe he thought that it would be best if we just stayed that way, sour, like him forever. I can't imagine what could have happened to make him that way.
But that doesn't matter because no matter what, Peeta and Me, our love is infinite.