To my dearest Jay Gatsby,
Recent events have obviously put an obstacle on the bridge between us, you can not reach me and I feel that is best for now. Ever since our first dance together and our first kiss I knew you were something special like a $20 bill in a tip jar. You made me feel as if I was running wild through the fields away from everything I once knew. You were not wealthy and you had nothing except for hope and determination. I saw a fire inside of you that I had never seen in another person.
When you met me you felt that I was your goal but I do not know if you knew your true intentions, was your goal to love me or to become me. You saw me as money, a beautiful woman with everything you have ever wanted, respect, class, and riches. At the time you were a breath of fresh air. All the boys that wanted me did not want me for me but for what I had. Looking back, you were just the same. You became who you are today to please me or was it actually to please yourself.
You have everything you could ever ask for but there is still so much missing and it's not a love affair with me, we had that and you still were not fulfilled. My heart hurts as if I am having a heart attack for you. Gatsby oh Gatsby I just want you to understand it is not me that you love, it is not me that you are trying to obtain. It is a struggle with yourself. The moment I ran into Myrtle I knew it would be the end. Not only the end of her life but of your
imagination too. You are trying to become a person who you are not meant to be. Do you even know yourself? This is a farewell letter, please im begging you to let go. What we had was beautiful, you made me feel high as a kite, but it was not me who made you feel high as a kite, it was my assets. Now look at you, you have everything but me, but you do not love me. I wish I could see you and tell you all of this in person but I physically cannot drag myself to you.
You tried to force me to tell my husband, Tom, I did not love him, but I do not tell lies. I could not do it and still can not. I loved you. I loved you so much. Loved. Now I have come to the understanding that you do not love me and Tom is who I need. What we had was amazing but eventually all of the leaves turn brown and crumble, a memory of the beauty they once held. It is time to move on. Be kind to yourself. Focus on yourself. I hope this letter finds you
well. You were my light Jay Gatsby, you will always be my light.
Sincerely,
Daisy Buchanan
To my dearest Jay Gatsby,
Recent events have obviously put an obstacle on the bridge between us, you can not reach me and I feel that is best for now. Ever since our first dance together and our first kiss I knew you were something special like a $20 bill in a tip jar. You made me feel as if I was running wild through the fields away from everything I once knew. You were not wealthy and you had nothing except for hope and determination. I saw a fire inside of you that I had never seen in another person. When you met me you felt that I was your goal but I do not know if you knew your true intentions, was your goal to love me or to become me. You saw me as money, a beautiful woman with everything you have ever wanted, respect, class, and riches. At the time you were a breath of fresh air. All the boys that wanted me did not want me for me but for what I had. Looking back, you were just the same. You became who you are today to please me or was it actually to please yourself. You have everything you could ever ask for but there is still so much missing and it's not a love affair with me, we had that and you still were not fulfilled. My heart hurts as if I am having a heart attack for you. Gatsby oh Gatsby I just want you to understand it is not me that you love, it is not me that you are trying to obtain. It is a struggle with yourself. The moment I ran into Myrtle I knew it would be the end. Not only the end of her life but of your imagination too. You are trying to become a person who you are not meant to be. Do you even know yourself? This is a farewell letter, please im begging you to let go. What we had was beautiful, you made me feel high as a kite, but it was not me who made you feel high as a kite, it was my assets. Now look at you, you have everything but me, but you do not love me. I wish I could see you and tell you all of this in person but I physically cannot drag myself to you. You tried to force me to tell my husband, Tom, I did not love him, but I do not tell lies. I could not do it and still can not. I loved you. I loved you so much. Loved. Now I have come to the understanding that you do not love me and Tom is who I need. What we had was amazing but eventually all of the leaves turn brown and crumble, a memory of the beauty they once held. It is time to move on. Be kind to yourself. Focus on yourself. I hope this letter finds you well. You were my light Jay Gatsby, you will always be my light.
Sincerely,
Daisy Buchanan
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To my dearest Jay Gatsby,
Recent events have obviously put an obstacle on the bridge between us, you can not reach me and I feel that is best for now. Ever since our first dance together and our first kiss I knew you were something special like a $20 bill in a tip jar. You made me feel as if I was running wild through the fields away from everything I once knew. You were not wealthy and you had nothing except for hope and determination. I saw a fire inside of you that I had never seen in another person. When you met me you felt that I was your goal but I do not know if you knew your true intentions, was your goal to love me or to become me. You saw me as money, a beautiful woman with everything you have ever wanted, respect, class, and riches. At the time you were a breath of fresh air. All the boys that wanted me did not want me for me but for what I had. Looking back, you were just the same. You became who you are today to please me or was it actually to please yourself. You have everything you could ever ask for but there is still so much missing and it's not a love affair with me, we had that and you still were not fulfilled. My heart hurts as if I am having a heart attack for you. Gatsby oh Gatsby I just want you to understand it is not me that you love, it is not me that you are trying to obtain. It is a struggle with yourself. The moment I ran into Myrtle I knew it would be the end. Not only the end of her life but of your imagination too. You are trying to become a person who you are not meant to be. Do you even know yourself? This is a farewell letter, please im begging you to let go. What we had was beautiful, you made me feel high as a kite, but it was not me who made you feel high as a kite, it was my assets. Now look at you, you have everything but me, but you do not love me. I wish I could see you and tell you all of this in person but I physically cannot drag myself to you. You tried to force me to tell my husband, Tom, I did not love him, but I do not tell lies. I could not do it and still can not. I loved you. I loved you so much. Loved. Now I have come to the understanding that you do not love me and Tom is who I need. What we had was amazing but eventually all of the leaves turn brown and crumble, a memory of the beauty they once held. It is time to move on. Be kind to yourself. Focus on yourself. I hope this letter finds you well. You were my light Jay Gatsby, you will always be my light.
Sincerely,
Daisy Buchanan
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