Dear Katniss

Dear Peeta (21)

Dear Peeta,

 I miss you. Not in the declaration of love way, not in the 'I miss you because you might be dead and I need to sympathise' way. I just simply miss you, I miss your letters, the bold handwriting because you pushed the ink on the paper too hard. The way it was so raw, even after the travel the letters would still have a tear running down the page, that's when I knew what was coming. I don't know where you are right now, it's kind of cool though, sort of like a movie. I have to figure out where you are, maybe one day I'll actually go looking for you. But right now, I have this instinct you're okay, that you're happy. If not happy, free. That's how I would feel. But hell, I'm always free. Enough about me, by tomorrow night if I don't have a letter from you, I'll assume you're outside my door.

From Just Katniss (let's not get into this again)