Disclaimer: I don't own The Great Gatsby. It did make me cry at the end though…
Note: I had to write this letter as a project back in high school, although the original was just plain out mean; I edited it bit. Please R&R!
MVMVMV
My dearest Jay,
I weep as I write this letter to you. I know I promised I'd wait for you,
but I couldn't wait any longer, I need to feel loved. You have been gone for
so long that I have married Tom Buchanan; he is a fine wealthy and
powerful young man that will take care of me, and give me what I need.
Jay believe me after you left I became depressed, I stopped talking with my
family for weeks, since they didn't let me go say good-bye to you, my
darling. You must also know that I stopped fooling around with those
worthless soldiers; I was waiting, waiting only for you to return to me.
The next autumn after you left I had a début after the Armistice, and I
was happy; happy once again after the long, long days that you have been
gone. I do not blame you, I know it is your duty to serve our country, but by
February I had met Tom and was engaged to him. We married by June.
You see, I had lost hope of your return and had to move on, you must
understand that.
Forgive me, Jay, I know you must hate me right now. I just hope you
can be happy, as I will be with Tom.
It's funny really; you see the letter you send me arrived the day of my
bridal dinner. I was all happy that day, dressed as lovely as the dawn in my
flowered dress, but then one of my mother's maids told me a letter had
arrived for me, a letter by Jay Gatsby. I was shocked, and tears forms in my
eyes at the mention of your name. I took your letter with a trembling hand,
fearful, fearful of what you would say to me. As I took it from her hand I knew
I was making the biggest mistake in my life! Marrying Tom was a
mistake because I was still in love with you... I still am, but I must learn to
forget, as you too must, my love. As I read your letter I wept more that ever,
I asked the maid to bring me a bottle of sauterne, so that the drink may help
me calm down. I'd never had a drink before and as my friend Jordan says
"I was drunk as a monkey". I kept crying, holding the bottle of sauterne in
one hand and your letter in the other, not letting go of it. It was my friend Jordan
who found me, when I saw her I gave her the pearls Tom had given me and
told her... told her to return them to him! Told her I had changed my mind!
I cried and cried, oh God, had you seen me you would start crying with me.
Then suddenly I felt cold rushing water, yet I wouldn't stop crying, unable to
let go of your letter. I squeezed it against me as if trying to push it into my
heart, as if it was you whom I was trying to embrace. I barely let go of it as
I saw that it was coming to pieces like snow, and maybe that was when I
realized that I had to forget you. You had come to pieces along with your
letter and I had to move on, I didn't say another word. As I was treated by
my bridesmaid I remember why I was marrying Tom. Half an hour later
I walked out of the room, the pearls around my neck, and the incident was
over. Next day at five o' clock I married Tom Buchanan, with my heart in
my throat, but happy.
Now here I am, writing to you, because I believe I owe you an explanation.
Tom has given me what he promised... and some other things. Please
understand that I do love you and always will, I will never forget you,
Jay Gatsby, you'll be in my heart always; but now I must turn the page and
try not to look back, as I hope you do too. I'm still weeping, and I know you
may never come to read this letter but never the less I had to write it. I love you,
and please try to forgive me.
With the greatest love,
Daisy