Why I Believe Nick Carraway Is Such A Good Friend

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 made her so unusual to me. I told him about how I made it seem as if I could provide her with security and what she needed, but I couldn’t, and she left me with nothing for her rich life. However I still loved her. I told Nick about all of this, and he listened and nodded along. I talked with him about the war, how I was captain and later on the front lines. I told him about how I found out that Daisy was leaving me, all through a letter, and how I built myself up into what I was right now after Tom and her got married. It was so much emotion, so many stories, and the old sport listened to them all. He knew I needed someone, and he let me get everything out. I really have never appreciated someone this much. He told me he had to go, and that he would call. I told him that sounded great, and said that Daisy would call too, hoping for some reassurance. And sure enough he gave it to me. I smiled at him, hoping that just that one singular emotion would let him know how much his help with everything meant to me, and how he was always able to make me feel better about myself or any situation. Nick Carraway, the little cottage boy, is a fantastic man, and a person that I’m honored to have a true friendship with. I’m now writing this from my pool, where I’m still smiling at the compliment the old sport gave me before he walked away: “You’re worth the whole damn bunch put together”.