Dear Mr. Jay Gatsby

I must admit. My feelings were a little hurt when you still wanted Daisy. I thought we were getting along just fine. I thought we were heading in the right direction. Plus I don't have a husband to leave. BONUS! Right?! I mean, it's gotta be. I know I'm not as charming as Daisy, or as beautiful. But, I mean, come on. She's kind of a crazy lady. Ya know? Like. I loved you. She loved....the thought of you (?) She obviously didn't love you enough to leave her husband. But, she had you wrapped around her little finger. And I can't figure out why. Actually, yes I can, and I do know why. But, I don't understand why. I don't. Her or me? Me or her? The answer should be obvious. Oh. It's not?! I think you're intriguing, and interesting, and smart, and charming, and strange, and handsome, and wonderful the way you are (money or no money). Doesn't that count for something??!! But. Now you're gone. And we'll never be. And, I guess I'm writing this letter to you just as a way of letting go. I wish you could know I think about you all the time. I'm always revisiting our time together. You're still my favorite. Oh look. I'm not getting over you, just the way you didn't get over Daisy.... Maybe it's because you're dead. You were taken away from me. Not by choice. And for good. I guess you might argue the same about Daisy, but it's different. It's different.

Beautifully yours,

NicholleLee Robertson.