The beginning of love is the will to let those we love be perfectly themselves the resolution not to twist them to fit our own image. If in loving them we do not love what they are but only their potential likeness to ourselves then we do not love them we only love the reflection of ourselves we find in them
Peeta how come I never know when youre having a nightmare I say.I dont know. I dont think I cry out or thrash around or anything. I just come to paralyzed with terror he says.You should wake me I say thinking about how I can interrupt his sleep two or three times on a bad night. About how long it can take to calm me down.Its not necessary. My nightmares are usually about losing you he says. Im okay once I realize youre here.
I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep there are no words for that.
You could have fooled me. Everytime I called you Luke said you were sick. I figured you were avoiding me. Again.I wasnt. I did want to talk to you. Ive been thinking about you all the time.Ive been thinking about you too.I really was sick. I swear. I almost died back there on the ship you know.I know. Everytime you almost die I almost die myself.
Well nowIf little by little you stop loving meI shall stop loving youLittle by littleIf suddenly you forget meDo not look for meFor I shall already have forgotten youIf you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my lifeAnd you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have rootsRememberThat on that day at that hour I shall lift my armsAnd my roots will set off to seek another land