Question
Gatsby was in love with Daisy, my cousin, my friend's wife. I'd liked Daisy and I'd liked Tom. Liking them came from being gifted, or burdened, I can never decide now, with always seeing the best in people. With Jay it should have required no effort at all, so much of him was good and true. Too much I think now but maybe that thought's a product of Daisy's parting gift to me- my cynicism- because once I'd thought him perfect. Daisy who I'd thought so much of, Daisy who had turned out to be the weakest, most selfish person I know. Daisy who had held that most pure heart and unshakable hope in her hands and hadn't cared. Daisy who had almost succeeded in breaking the unbreakable. Any lesser man would've given up, but not Gatsby, and maybe that's why I didn't follow him into the ground. Even if he'd lived, I never had a chance. And if he'd been any weaker in his convictions would I have loved him so?
So many questions, so many thoughts and I'd had no way to answer them, nothing to silence them except finding the bottom of a whiskey bottle...