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Why I Believe Nick Carraway Is Such A Good Friend

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When I wanted to wait outside for Daisy after the accident, and refused to go back home, I think Nick began to understand. He had that look on his face as if something clicked in his mind where he understood why I was scared of Tom and what he could do or think. He made sure there was no commotion for me, and promised to keep me updated. He let me know everything was fine and calm, and asked me to go home. It was so nice of him, but I told him that I’d rather stay and wait, even if it was just me watching over nothing. Later the next day, he tried convincing me to run out of town so I wouldn’t be charged with anything in the hit and run. Somewhere like Atlantic City or Montreal, but I said I didn’t want to leave Daisy until I knew what she was planning to do. He let me talk about anything, mainly Daisy and my relationship with her. I told him about how she was the first “nice” girl I ever knew, and how we met, how she was this rich girl when I met her, a golden girl of sorts, and that...
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What I Was Thinking After the Love of My Life Hit Her Husband's Side Chick With a Car

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Now yes, the title sounds awful. But let me explain. When Daisy began crying and yelling to go home, I knew it was most likely over between us. I tried convincing her everything would be alright, that me and her could work out, but she wanted to leave. What could she even see in Tom anyhow? This feeling I felt in this moment is one for a completely different post. After this event, Tom told us to go home in my car- which he had driven here in the first place. On our way home, Daisy insisted she drive- she was wrecked, and upset. She must have been speeding, because before we knew it, we saw a woman, screaming, jump in front of our car. Maybe Tom’s mistress? We were going too fast to even know for sure, and we just weren’t able to stop in time. Poor Daisy was petrified, and had no clue what to do. I took the wheel, guiding the rest of the way home. Even though I was extremely sad about the fact that we might have lost our chance, I had to make sure she was okay, I still care about her....
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Why I Decided to Kind of Fist Fight Tom When He Wouldn't Shut Up

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Tom Buchanan, Daisy’s god-awful husband, had us all go out to town. I suppose this is because he knew of my relationship with his wife. Picture this, we were all circled around the table, eating, and I guess it was quite obvious that there was something deeper going on. I tried to get Daisy to tell Tom about us- but she freaked out. I calmed her down and lit her cigarette, and she complimented me by saying I was always “so cool”. This was most likely when he knew his wife was no longer in love with him. He angrily told us all to get in the cars and head to town, we practically raced there. He was furious. I learned he also had me investigated. Rather hypocritical if you ask me, why can he have an affair without any consequences, but as soon as someone else does, there’s an issue? He can’t be upset when having two women doesn’t work out. Anyhow, while in town, I got into a heated argument with him, Daisy tried to stop it. He questioned me. He told me about how he examined my past, he we...
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What I Was Feeling After Finally Meeting Daisy Again

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I was enamoured with Daisy, and meeting her was absolutely amazing. Although slightly embarrassing at first with me acting childish, everything seemed to fall into place eventually. There was something about her that was different though. Her voice was full of money. It was wealth she desired, and wealth she had. That was fine of course, a slight character flaw even though she could do no wrong in my eyes. She had no reason to leave me again, because I was wealthy too. Yes, perhaps something was different about her. You can’t expect a person to be the same after five years, old sport. It made me a little disheartened, as it would anyone. No doubt that there were times that afternoon when Daisy fell a little short of my dreams about her. And maybe I didn’t realize it then, but I believe that part of the reason she wasn’t so much the same was because I had this dream, this picture of us in my mind. That dream could still happen of course, but I suppose I did get too creative with it. A f...
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What I Was Feeling While Getting Drenched in the Rain, Waiting On Daisy to Come to Tea

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It was one of the scariest moments of my life. It has been five years since I saw the woman I have done everything for, risked everything for. I was ecstatic a few days ago when Nick agreed to invite Daisy to tea. I figured that everything would go okay- however I made an absolute fool of myself I believe. Nick tried comforting me by saying I need to “stop acting like a little boy”, because both me and Daisy were embarrassed and nervous. Which is true. However, let me backtrack a bit. As I sat there in the beautiful living room with the newly trimmed yard outside, I began to work up a sweat. I was incredibly nervous. I would look at Nick, the beautiful old clock on the mantle, and back at Nick. As soon as it hit four, I was ready to leave. It was as if my conscience was saying that it wasn’t worth it, that sitting there believing Daisy would show up, finally, after five years was a ridiculous idea. As soon as my thoughts began racing, I heard a car roll up in the driveway. My stomach w...
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What I Was Thinking Giving the Little Cottage Boy Such an Extra Invitation

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Living in this mansion can get lonely sometimes. Yes, I do have people residing here with me, but nothing compares to how I felt five years ago living my life with Daisy. Sometimes being in this house by myself can cause me to have nightmares about the war. I sit here alone, constantly dreaming of what could have been. I saved all of her letters- and everything she sent me during the war. Anyhow, a few days ago a seemingly nice young man named Nick Carraway moved in to a little house next door. From what I’ve heard, he is new to New York, and is studying business, trying to sell bonds.  I’ve seen him from the top room of my house- he seems like a friendly man. I decided to have someone of mine send him a personal invitation to one of my many parties. He was the only one I would send an invitation to- everyone else just simply showed up anyway. And I wanted to be known for more than just a young, rich millionaire who threw lavish, excessive parties. Anyhow, back on the topic of Nic...
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