Dear Katniss

Dear Peeta (42)

Dear Just Peeta,

Perhaps the reason he left wasn't because of me...

He thinks we're something more than we are.

I don't blame him; splattered ink dropping off the page as it leaves stains and he questions it, always receiving the same answer.

It's just Peeta.

But what I really want to scream out is that it's not 'just Peeta', it IS Peeta. And I want him to understand the difference. I suppose it wouldn't change anything, but all I want is to see you in the flesh, your body still shaky even after these years, but yet your hands still as I've noticed your ink is not pressed against the page so strongly anymore.

I want your eyes to watch the stream pass by, the silence of voices bringing out the nicer sounds, like water hitting the rocks, or the quiet birds singing that usually no one hears.

The birds that are kind of like you.

Perhaps smarter, more thoughtful and caring than the others, but yet no one notices them.

Because of those irritating birds that overtake everyone else.

But when those quiet birds sing, and believe me- they do, they make the World seem like a place worth living in. A place of complete thought and value.

A place where everyone and everything could be content.

From Just Katniss