Life of jay gatsby

Daisy killed Myrtle. Although no one will ever know that. I remember it so vividly. Daisy and I were leaving the Valley of Ashes and she wanted to prove to me that she could drive. She was so giddy about it. She looked like a little kid, she had the biggest smile on her face. She was not paying attention. She did not even notice that Myrtle had run out into the road. Myrtle saw Tom in my car earlier that day and had assumed that it was him driving again. When Daisy hit her she did not even stop. She got flustered and upset. She did not know what to do. If anyone found out that she was driving they would assume that it was her revenge. George has officially found out about Myrtle's affair so of course, Daisy would know. The assumptions would automatically go to that Daisy was furious about Myrtle. Possibly even livid enough to kill her. I can hear the rumors now. I refuse to allow Daisy to be prosecuted like that. Daisy could continue to live her normal life. People will not even kn...

Slowly after tea Daisy began to reconnect with me. She would spend a lot of time at my house. She started coming to my parties. If I was at a social gathering she would be there too. It was not only good for me, it also meant that she revived her relationship with Nick. It was great when she would come around. We always had moments with each other that proved our love for one another. I knew she still loved me. She always had. There was no question of how strong my love was for her. Everyone could tell just by the way I looked at her. Unfortunately, with her coming around she also brought her husband, Tom Buchanan. I had originally met Tom with Nick. He makes me feel very uncomfortable. I am not jealous of him, I just know that he takes what he has for granted. I know that I  could treat her properly and he refuses too. Everyone in East egg knows that he is not loyal to Daisy. His mistress lives in the Valley of Ashes. Tom has even taken Nick to meet her.  However, Tom may be ...

It had been years since the last time had seen Daisy. To be exact five in November. I was extremely nervous, so much that I continually walked around Nick’s house. When her car pulled in I almost walked out, it took me a lot to tell Nick that I was sorry and go back home. But I knew that would be cowardly, and I had to find out what could happen. What if she was mad at me for coming back? What if even though she might not be mad at me, what if things are not the same as they were when we were younger in Louisville? I shouldn’t have done this. I should have left her alone. I should have let her continue her life the way it was. I just really wanted her to see that I was still around. That if she ever wanted me in her life again or ever needed me for any reason that I was not far that she could get in touch with me. That I am reachable. I would love for her to want me again. To remember what we had and could have been. I don’t want her to forget about me. Our conversation has been awkwar...

Nick moving next door was the perfect opportunity for Daisy to discover that I lived here. She would see this amazing house, that I live in. She will wish that she had married me. She will see what she missed out on. I have always wanted her to walk in. I have always wanted her to see me and to see this house. See the way that I live, that she could have lived also. That is why I throw all of the parties. I am not into the party scene, I have never been a drinker and never wanted to be obliterated and have no recollection of my night. I watched an old friend that loved to party and I saw the toll it took on his life and that is not what I want for myself. The parties are all for her. She has always been the life of the party from when she lived in Louisville, Kentucky. I thought naturally she would just find her way here, but she has yet to. So when she comes to see Nick then she will see me. She will come to his house and see my mansion and how good for myself that I have done. She mi...

I moved across from Daisy to stay close to her. Once I had heard that she had moved here I had to be close to her. I could see her and she could see me even if she did not realize it was me. Every night I look out to her. I wish for her to be with me. I wish to get in contact with her. Long Island is only so big, and I am so socially active, I assumed that we would be brought together at some point or another. Moving across the bay from Daisy in a way gave me the feeling that I was with her and still a part of her life. Almost as if I could look out for her across the bay. I felt that if something went wrong, for some reason then I could swoop in and save her. I am utterly obsessed with the idea of not only Daisy but, of being reunited with Daisy.  I needed to be around her. I used to read the with an infatuation for the hopes of Daisy's name surfacing in the paper. Which it often did since she loved parties, and even more she loved Chicago. That city loved her. Everything I do is ...

As soon as I saw her I was immediately in love with her.  It was 1917 in Louisville, Kentucky.She just had an energy that drew me to her. She was beautiful and had an innocence that was hard to find and made her youthful. She could have any man that she wanted, cause they all wanted to be with her. Her family was wealthy and made her something that I could not have. My first reaction was that I immediately had to lie about my past. If they knew that I was poor they would disapprove of me even being in the presence of their daughter, let alone let me speak with her. I told them that I was born into a wealthy family with deceased parents from the Midwest. I tell them that I graduated from Oxford.  Even with my made up past I was not good enough to be the suitor for Daisy in her father's eyes. He never approved of me. That is why he made the decision that she should marry Tom. Tom came from a wealthy family and was socially equivalent to Daisy and her family. It only made sense f...