So, you probably
read the title of this post and chuckled or shook your head in disbelief (or
shook you head because you know me and didn’t actually find it all that
surprising!).
Contrary to what the title may have you believe, this post
is not dedicated to me describing all of the wonderful qualities of Peeta Mellark,
although I very well could make such
a post…or maybe I could just create an entire blog…
By the way, if you do not know who Peeta Mellark is, stop
reading this post immediately and go pick up a copy of The Hunger Games.
Anyway, if you know me, chances are, you know that I have a
slight obsession with The Hunger Games
along with a slight obsession with Peeta.
This is how I felt after finishing The Hunger Games series…
Well, the other
day, I got to thinking about why I love Peeta so much. Is it his charismatic nature? His artistic flare and baking skills? Those sparkling blue eyes? His strength?
His kindness? How his favorite
color is sunset orange? As great as all
of those things are, they are not the main reason I am so drawn to his
character. What I admire most about him
is how he genuinely and whole-heartedly loves Katniss. Despite all of her flaws, all of the
hardships, all of the pain, he loves her.
No matter the circumstances of their life and no matter how she treated
him, he always, 100% loved her and supported her. He saw her at her best, and he saw her at her
worst, but he loved her just the same. His
love for her was just so pure, whole, and unbreakable.
That, my friends, is what makes Peeta so…Mellarkable
in my eyes (see what I did there…like remarkable? Haha!) And that is what I truly hope to find
one day. A guy who will really, truly
love me, despite all of my imperfections and annoying habits, despite all of my
issues and outbursts of crazy. A love so
strong that I never have to worry that he may tire of me, worry that he will
someday no longer want me, a love I can really trust.
That is the
standard Peeta Mellark has set for me.
So, when I say that I am holding out for a Peeta, I don’t necessarily
mean a blonde-haired blue-eyes baker who double knots his shoe laces and likes
to sleep with the window open (although I wouldn’t turn down one of those if anyone
happened to find one…). To me, waiting
for Peeta means waiting for a man who will just love me for me…and hopefully
that is possible!
But, until I meet him…
