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 unloyal but he is not ready to give Daisy up. Tom is not stupid either, he knows that I love Daisy. He sees our glances and he has noticed the more frequent visits to see one another. He knows he could even lose her to me.
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...
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