AN: Daisy, Gatsby, and Tom are not mine they are the property of F. Scott Fitzgerald. This is my very first fan fiction ever so please bear with me. It will get better button this was written on the bus after listening to "Over The Love" by Florence and the Machine

He has only been gone a month but my soul aches with the loss of him. I live in perpetual and unending darkness. I know he is still out there and he still loves me. I can tell that much from his letters but my old self is returning. I am beginning to be pursued by suitors again and my mother is pushing me to forget him. She say he may never return from the war, many men don't, I am holding out hope but I don't see this lasting much longer. Without him here my mind wanders to other men but in the back of my mind my sanity is screaming "Remember him! Remember the love you share!" But it is to no avail.
I met a man named Tom today and I seem to like him. Maybe, just maybe, I could love him. I would never forget Gatsby or the way he says my name. Our love will live forever but Tom must never know. I just can not wait any longer. I'm truly sorry my love, I hope that one day I will see you again and I can explain it all. But until then I'm afraid you will hate me...