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 for her to marry him. Even though, she promised that we would marry each other. She loved me then but in the end, she did what was best for her and socially approved.
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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