Jay Gatsby, a man of fame and money, was once also your love. You held him dear before he went to war, then.. poof. Letter after letter, he slowly dwindled... And then so did you. You moved on, got a rather 'colorful' husband. He was loud, and quite the brute. Though at this moment in time, you didn't want him as your husband. You hadn't since your wedding day; when Gatsby finally wrote you back, saying that he was back and safe. That he loved you. You wanted to scream, to shout; but all you could do was cry. Cry for you, Gatsby, the love that just wasn't meant to be, and for what the harsh path of fate had for you with that cruel man.

Today; Your cousin, Nick, had invited you over. A simple glass of wine, that's all it was.. that's what you needed. But then you arrived and stepped through the door. It was like an explosion of flora throughout the whole house. It was so beautiful. Day lilies and Roses were everywhere.. you loved those flowers. You couldn't take your eyes from them; until you did. Then it all of it crashed down once your eyes met his. Jay Gatsby sat in the middle of the room: an anxiety riddle, guilt filled mess. His eyes finally met yours, a light layer of tears in his eyes as he finally spoke.

".. My God.."

It was disbelief. Maybe at the fact you actually showed up, maybe he thought you looked terrific, maybe he thought you looked terrible and he wanted an escape, or maybe.. just maybe.. he was looking at all of the love he had lost for all those years.