MORNING DEW

Dear Love,

I thought of you today as I walked through the meadow, the morning dew sparkling in the sun. When I called for Asher, who likes to wonder in front of me, he looked back at me suddenly; his blonde curls rustling in the light breeze. It's crazy but you and him are so alike: his favorite color is light orange, he always double knots his shoelaces, and he sleeps only with the windows open, even on the coldest of days.

Gale gave me the picture you sent. I hope you know that it is the nicest one you've made yet. Sometimes I think that the person holding the sunflower is you, but Asher thinks that the hand is me giving the flower to you. Anyway it was awfully nice. I feel bad sometimes that I cannot create such beautiful pieces like you. Asher told me that the sunflower was simple and precious and it's something you and I share and I think he's right. He's getting so smart.

I decided to plant some sunflowers for Asher to take care of. He stayed outside all day watching the dirt as he waited for it to grow. He told me one day that he saw a gnome go out of a tree. He swore he did. I nodded and told him not to bother them. He looked back with such disbelief it made me laugh right there and then. I told him that I once met one. I told him that gnomes are special because they are the only creatures that can talk to each other through their thoughts.

That a husband could be away for year and the wife would be fine because all they need is the slightest thought of them and they would be fine. I'm fine. When the sunflower grew, Asher went to the meadow and replanted it their. Sunflowers are funny because they always point in the direction of the sun. They never loose hope. Now, in the meadow, there is an abundance of sunflowers.

They mark the graves of the people who had fallen. Asher doesn't know about that now, but I'm sure he will. Peeta, I miss you every second of everyday, but when I look into Asher's eyes, I see your face. I see your broad shoulders, your smooth chest, your strong arms, your careful wrists, and your bright eyes. I see it all Peeta. I see you so clearly now, I hope you can see me too.

Yours,

Katniss

(NOTE: This is the ending. If you want me to continue with the letters from Katniss to Peeta, I will, but please comment if you do. Thanks)