Gale,
Today is Prim's eighteenth birthday. It's been six years since the reaping day. Do you realize that that's longer than I'd known you? I wonder if I would recognize you now. Would you recognize me? Would we still be able to talk as we used to? I don't blame you anymore. There's nothing to blame you for. It would've happened anyway. I wish that I had realized that at the time, because maybe we could still be friends. It's probably better this way, though. I never wanted kids. I still don't know if I do. But it's too late now. Peeta's happy. Now that he knows what hurting me would do, his bad days are rare. Maybe I will be happy too, someday. I know that the danger is past, but I'm still afraid to bring someone into the world. Because if anything happened to them, it's my fault, and I've caused enough trouble for a lifetime.
Katniss
