Zalán Kaposvári
Dear Daisy,
I am writing to you because of a matter of great importance. I’ve heard the story of the legendary figure Jay Gatsby. My views and opinion regarding Gatsby’s thoughts and decisions are not the ones which eventually made me write a letter to you. Instead I would like to delve into a deeper topic. The one that itself provides a completely appropriate explanation to the question which has probably arisen for you too. That is, why I have started to write to you. I don’t want to waste much more time, so I’ll tell you what worries me the most. It is in connection with the terribly tragic end of poor Gatsby, and, most importantly, your final decision which carved the paths of all the other people who had some kind of relation with him.
At the very beginning your pure happiness for Gatsby was a beacon of shining light in the darkness that he might have felt within. Your fate intersected with Gatsby’s, but then the cursed war separated you. Later, you married Tom, who knew literally nothing of your former love. I cannot judge that; you probably did the right thing. But Gatsby, after the war was over, was constantly looking forward to uniting with you;
what is more, he also created his life-lasting dreams with you as their foundation. Gatsby, with the help of Nick, made plans to make you return to him. Everything went as planned, but at one point the story reached a critical point. One in which you were the only tool that could fulfill Gatsby’s dream. Nevertheless, you hesitated there. The only thing you should have said is that Gatsby was the only one you ever loved. Instead, you hesitated, and said that you loved both of them. Why could you not follow the path your very heart dictated? The path that is the only true path in this otherwise wrong world.
Another bad decision happened when you were heading back home just after the former situation. You were the one driving Gatsby’s fast yellow car. If you had not been so inattentive on the road, you probably would not have hit the wife of the person who owned the gas station. Tom was driving behind you, and when he reached the scene of the accident, he told the poor husband that Gatsby was the one driving that yellow car.
All in all, the two reasons I have explained above are the ones that make me think you caused the unique man’s death. Tom is an unreliable, lying, wrongheaded man. You chose him instead of the person full of good dreams and goals for life. A truly miserable mistake, indeed.
That was all I wanted to say. I hope your sins will be compensated with pain, the same pain that you caused Gatsby.
Best regards,
Zalán