What I Was Thinking Giving the Little Cottage Boy Such an Extra Invitation

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 Nick- the house the young man lived in was similar to a cottage, with an overgrown yard and several beautiful flowers of course. Why did I decide to invite this new neighbor? Who knows. Maybe out of curiosity? Or maybe I could feel a sense of hope in him, that maybe I would have a new friend, a neighbor I could talk to about all my problems. Someone who might even be able to help me with getting Daisy back. I don’t know exactly why I decided to cordially invite this new gentleman next door to one of my parties, but I know for sure I won’t regret it.