Stay up later. Work on that.
So when I decide I cant sleep alone, you’ll be able to come here.
Sometimes I just don’t feel when you’re not here. You make me feel.
Feel happy.
I wanted you here tonight. I didn’t want to face tomorrow alone.
Still don’t.
Happy anniversary.
Could you convince me that you’re not a terrible bitch looking to ruin my life?
Could you convince everyone I know of the same thing?
Hey, if you could, we’d probably be together.
I put my work in. Could you put in yours?
“Peeta and I grow back together. There are still moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips. On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.
So after, when he whispers, “You love me. Real or not real?”
I tell him, “Real.”“
-Hunger Games, Mockingjay
Getting to that point of the night where I get deliriously sad and lonely.
But we have a birthday to celebrate. So I guess I’m going out with them.
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