3 parts Memories;
2 parts Emotion;
1 part Fantasy;
Add a handful of sarcasm, a pinch of reality, and a touch of the yet unknown.
Roll into geometric shapes.
Bake in my mind for a lifetime.
"...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 our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that."