The days immediately after Gatsby's death are a blur to me. I had to deal with the endless processions of photographers, heartless reporters and the curiosity of passing children. Their rumours of Gatsby's life barely contained any truth. They did not know Gatsby the way I knew him. He was a quiet man, but one I believed to have integrity and great honour. Perhaps Gatsby's only flaw was that he was trying to recapture the past, he was trying to live the American dream. He longed to go back to when he first met Daisy and everything seemed so simple. However, his dream of a life with Daisy was one he would never be able to posses.
             My time in West Egg was coming to a close and as I waited for the removalists to collect the rest of my belongings, I found myself standing in front of Gatsby's house, reminiscing. I thought back to the events of the summer and the huge parties Gatsby would hold. I remember him as a reserved host, one who would shy away from his guests. He would prefer to sit and watch from his balcony waiting, hoping for Daisy to enter his party. For me these parties also helped to nurture the friendship that may have even been love, that I felt for Jordan.
             I now know Jordan and I were not right for each other. We both enjoyed some of the same interests and felt comfortable in each others presence, but it wasn't meant to be. When we first met, Daisy was trying to push us together, but I knew this would never work. For me love needs to evolve and grow. I believe that Jordan was very much from the world of Daisy and Tom. She needed the establishment, the structure, the wealthy lifestyle. She could never marry a man like me, one who had little money and no real social standing, no-matter how much in love with me she may have been.
             I suppose that I didn't belong in that world and that is why I found the relationship between Daisy and Tom to be most peculiar. I don't be
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