Note: I wrote this piece of prose after liking this guy who made me sad.
Long suffering Gatsby,
ever faithful Gatsby.
When I was younger,I admired your dedication to your love,your dream,your fantasy.
And so, as your disciple,I kept loving my Daisy.
And she,well he, kept moving and
Though I clung to your "noble" notion of unrequited love, I still lost in the end.
You at died still believing your dream
I still have to live knowing I lost and he lied.
Post note: I'm over him.