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.

I can feel Peeta press his forehead into my temple and he asks So now that youve got me what are you going to do with me I turn into him. Put you somewhere you cant get hurt.

Sometimes when things are particularly bad my brain will give me a happy dream. ... When I fully awaken Im momentarily comforted. I try to hold on to the peaceful feeling of the dream but it quickly slips away leaving me sadder than ever.

Even if times got bad he would never again deny himself the possibility that the future might be happy even if the present was painful. He would allow himself dreams.

Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true...