I'm not usually one for happiness and giddiness and what nots but today. I am filled, head to toe, with extreme and udder...joy.

Let me explain to you, oh dearest diary, why I am so full of glee. (What a ridiculous word). This morning, I went on my way to work nervous as all else to what I was to say to Johanna. I mean it was obvious that I was completely, totally in love with her. And honest to God, as far as Katniss goes, I don't love her love her anymore. Peeta is best for her.

I love Johanna Mason.

Well when I reached my office, ten minutes later, she knocked. I just knew it was her. And I freaked. I fixed my hair, rubbed my face, checked my breath (unpleasant by the way) and composed myself all in the process of ten seconds. I gave an unconfident 'come in' and the door opened.

Walking in she made a snarky comment which I now think is adorable- Hell's teeth. Is this what love does to you? - And we went along our day accordingly. Except for the fact that I was acting like a love sick puppy every single second.

It wasn't until the end of work when I was packing up to leave and visit Posy when she waltzed in, planted herself on my desk and squinted her brown eyes at my grey ones in accusation.

"Okay, what gives Hawthorne?" she said, folding her arms across her chest.

Of course I acted neutral to her tone. "Whatever do you mean Ms. Mason?"

Okay...so not exactly neutral.

She snorted. "Don't give me that! You've been acting like a lovesick puppy all day."

Screwed.

I tried to cover it up but I knew it wouldn't work so I decided to tell her the truth. God have mercy upon my poor could.

I sighed. "Okay Johanna...here goes..." I began.

"You're in love with Delly Cartwright."

"Wait...what!" I was in shock.

She rolled her eyes. "You. Are. In. Love. With. Delly. Cartwright. It can't be any simpler than that Hawthorne seeming as the only language we speak here is English."

I slowly began to understand.

"You know about the-"

"The kiss," she finished for me. "Or make out session really. Call it what you like. I was there. Behind the open crack in the door. I wasn't stalking, just wanted to stop by and say hey but I take it you were busy with the blonde."

I might have been crazy but I could have sworn that I saw some unhappiness in her, but it was gone very quickly.

My voice became soft.

"Johanna it wasn't like that at all."

"Really?" she questioned me. "Because it looked like you were chewing her face off with your tongue!"

I stood up, getting frustrated now. "The kissing was real but it's not that I'm in love with her."

She came closer, anger raging with every step. "Really now!"

I walked up to her. Closer to her. "Yes! Why are you getting so worked up about this?" I was yelling now.

"I'm not getting worked up! I just want to know why the Hell you would suck the saliva out of a blonds' mouth and not love her!" she screamed.

"I don't love her!"

"Then who do you love?"

This was my chance.

"I love you Johanna!" I shouted at the top of my lungs and leaned in.

Okay, I'm not going to describe the kiss like how spitty it was and sloppy and ridiculous and nice and wonderful and enjoyable and...

Anyways! When we pulled apart, she looked at me with complete horror and sprinted away (with her ten inch heels).

Well that was a blow for me. A HUGE blow. I was stunned with billions of questions going through my head all at once.

Did she love me back?

Did she not?

Why'd she run away?

Why is love so complicated?

What the Hell is brazier doing on the floor? The only people who have access to this room is me and…Plutarch?

…Gross…

But that's obviously not why I'm so happy.

I'm happy because

My little rosy posy finally woke up.

Gale