Dearest Gatsby,
It's been awhile since I last wrote to you. I planned on slowly fading out of your life but I received your letter and was thinking about you. Remember that night last autumn when you and me were walking home? I remember how everything seemed to shine as if drunk on the moon's glow. The stars loomed closely and hung so heavy on the sky it seemed like they would fall on top of us at any minute. Everything was perfect. You were perfect. You were always spotless in that dashing uniform. I remember how my hands fitted perfectly in your hands. Like I was put on this earth just so my hand could be held by yours. And that kiss. Everything seemed to decrescendo to nothing; all I could hear was our two hearts beating together. With that kiss you stole my breath and my heart. I kept thinking to myself, "This can't be happening. This must be a dream. Something's got to give."
And sure enough, something gave. Gatsby, I tried to fight for you. I tried to convince my family money didn't matter. I was rich enough with your love. I even tried to meet you in New York. I thought that maybe if I could just be strong enough and patient enough that maybe, just maybe, we could be together.
While my love for you is strong, my mind is even stronger. I thought about it and I slowly began to realize how childish my actions have been. Yes, I do love you. But love doesn't put food on my table. Not only that but I've changed and you've changed. We're not the same people we were back that fall. It's about time I wake-up and start on with my life. I can't wait anymore, Gatsby. I just can't. Everyday I've been pining and longing for you and everyday my hearts breaks more and more. I need to grow-up and move on with my life. Tomorrow is my wedding day. Yes, I may not love him. But at least my heart might stop breaking if I love him even a little bit. I am writing you this letter to close this chapter of my life and wake-up from that silly little dream. Good night and farewell, Gatsby. Or perhaps should I say good morning?
Sincerely,
Daisy.
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ReplyDeleteDear Daisy,
ReplyDeleteI cannot bear to even read this letter twice. We had such a fire burning between us which led me to believed in a future only filled with your love. Why would you do this to me? If you only knew how much I love you... My heart is breaking with every word I read. This love is not juvenile. Every hour, every minute, every second was about you. I still replay all of the magical moments that we had. I beg you, please do not marry him. I have waited too long for my hopes to be shattered. I would literary sell my soul to win you back. You are just too precious for me lose.
With Love,
Jay