I wish I would have been able to save you when District 12 was bombed, I wish I would have taken those strawberries as a hint. And I wish most of all, that I would have talked to you, notcied you.
I love you, sweetheart. The Capitol thought plant and bread were the lovers. Little did they know, we are the true star-crossed lovers.
Sweetie, don’t blame yourself for my death. It wasn’t your fault. I broke the alliance so I wouldn’t have to kill you…because I loved you. It wasn’t your fault I died. I still love you, and soon we will be reunited.
How dare you decide what’s best for me. You left me after Prim died, abandoned me when I needed you the most. You left me, your hunting partner, your Catnip, alone. The woods are too big now, too empty; our little spot is like a hole in my heart. I hope District two is better for you. Your home in Twelve is long gone.
[[To The Boy with the Bread,
It was you first. I think I always knew it would have happened anyway.
Mom has told me a lot about you. I can’t believe you helped her destroy the Hunger Games. And I can’t believe you helped Katniss take down the Capitol to save everyone. Everyone says I look like you, and I already have a trident of my own and I’m practicing so I can use yours when I’m bigger.
I love you and thank you for dying for me,
Under different circumstances and in another time, we could have ruled the country. But now look what our power hungry struggles have brought us.
Laugh While You Can,
When I watched you volunteer for Primrose, my heart melted and I actually sobbed out loud. I have two sisters, a twin and a younger sister. I hope they know that I too would volunteer for them, because I love them so much. Thank you for helping me understand what courage and love are.