I know that. I do. It's not your fault, and I don't blame you for it. It's not the same thing as other people being afraid of me, either; this is coming out all wrong. I just get really afraid that you won't come back and I won't be able to bring you back and I can't handle that thought and that makes me feel weak.
But it doesn't matter, Peeta, I wouldn't even be saying this if this stupid honesty thing wasn't happening to me. I didn't want to talk about it because saying out loud it sounds like it's a problem or it's your fault, but it isn't. It doesn't change how I feel about you, and it never will. It's not even you, not really, and I know that.
I love you. I love you more than anyone else except maybe Prim, but that's different. That's the truest and most important thing I've said today, maybe ever, so just remember that part and forget everything else, okay?