Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games. Or a plane that sails across the ocean.

Dear Katniss,

I'm finally writing in this journal you got me. It's the day before the 74th Hunger Games Reaping. I'm really worried that you or I am going to be picked. My name is in their 42 times! So I've finally decided to tell you how I feel, how much I care about you. I just hope you get it. Neither of us is very good at this stuff.

Well Bye,

Gale

Dear Katniss,

My worst nightmare just came true. You volunteered for Prim. Prim, who has zero chance of winning. I tried to tell you how I felt in the woods, but it came out wrong and we both got mad. Now I can never tell you how I feel. Oh my gosh, this is really happening. You're either going to die, or come back as if you died.

I can't believe this is happening,

Gale

Dear Katniss,

You looked stunning tonight. You actually looked as if you were on fire. Tomorrow morning you're going to be in that arena, either killing or being killed. And Lover Boy is going to be there too. Did he seriously think that would help anything? It's a bit funny. You've both managed to woo the entire Capitol in three days. You with the flipping 11 in training, and him with the hopefully unrequited declaration of love.

Nervous,

Gale

Dear Katniss,

You've survived day one. The odds are spiraling out of your favor. The Careers are looking for you, and Peeta has joined up with them. Not you're day now is it? At least you were smart enough to grab something from the Cornucopia. You have a knife, which works for you, but it's not a bow. Hopefully you get a chance to use it.

Rooting for you,

Gale

Dear Katniss,

You scared the living crap out of me today. You were literally keeling over from dehydration, and when you finally collapsed you were literally on top of it. I guess you're not extinguished yet, Girl on Fire. Try not to do it again, but I doubt that will happen, my little Catnip.

Hoping hopefully not in vain,

Gale

Dear Katniss,

I'm never looking at flames the same way again. The way you're pinned up in that tree like the raccoons we hunt, I'll never forget it. I think I'm about to lose it in the woods in our secret strawberry patch. I'll write it down, because I don't think I'll ever be able to say it to you. I love you, Katniss Everdeen.

There I said it,

Gale

Dear Katniss,

I saw a new side of you today on a TV screen. You killed another human being, you sang someone to death, and just gave the Capitol the equivalent of a middle finger to your mother. You know, I don't think I've ever seen you cry before. It's funny how I'm getting to know you when you're in an arena, hundreds of miles away.

Confused,

Gale

Dear Katniss,

Seriously, you're kissing Lover Boy? I mean the new rule makes sense, but did you have to save his life. No ne would have blamed you if he'd have died. Now you're about to run into a feast with 3 bloodthirsty killers, and a girl with the brain the size of a planet. The odds aren't exactly in your favor, now are they Catnip?

Dubious,

Gale

Dear Katniss,

Lover Boy is all better. I'm glad you're down to the final five. Te odds are starting to look in your favor. Unfortunately Lover boy's odds are better too. I really feel sorry for the tributes that run into your little Cave of Love. By the way, did you have to sleep in the same sleeping bag as Lover Boy?

Crossing my fingers,

Gale

Dear Katniss,

Congratulations, you have won the 74th annual Hunger Games, and so has Lover Boy. I'm glad you're coming home, but what does that mean for us? You've slapped the Capitol in the face, but was 20 minutes of French kissing really necessary? Now, since you're in love with Peeta, I may as well declare my unrequited love for you.

Shattered,

Gale