Peeta

     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…