What Was I Thinking...

I was thinking so many things when I first saw Gatsby. Seeing him again was the first time in years since the last time I saw him. I thought about all the good times we had, when we were madly in love. My parents had a problem with that but I didn't care at all. The only thing I cared about was how in love I was with Jay Gatsby. At the time, I was sure that he was the one for me. We were going to spend the rest of our lives together, without a care in the world as long as we had each other. Just looking at him made me smile! But then, when Gatsby left, he told me that I should wait for him. I can't explain how heartbroken I was. I didn't want to wait I wanted him with me right then I didn't want him to leave. I missed him when he left and I knew I wanted to wait. Although, a part of me knew it was time to move forward. I didn't know when he would return and when he did, if he would still love me. I couldn't sit around waiting for the love of my life to come back it would just hurt me more. I had to move forward and find someone my parents would like more than Gatsby too. Meeting Tom put Gatsby behind me I never thought of him again. All of these thoughts came rushing back into my mind the minute I laid eyes on Jay Gatsby in Nick's house.

When I was driving home from New York with Jay Gatsby, I was very nervous. I could not see straight, my hands were sweating and I was shaking. I was focused on Jay sitting next to me. I wasn't paying too much attention to the road, my mind was wandering. When the woman ran out in the middle of the road towards the car, it almost didn't seem real! I didn't see her and even if i did, there would not have been enough time to stop. Jay tried to help me stop but it was too late. After I hit her, I didn't know what to think. I was so shocked and it almost didn't seem real. I was going to stop but Jay told me to keep driving. I couldn't believe what had just happened. What was going to happen to me? How do I tell people what happened? Jay kept telling me to keep driving and not stop so that's what I did. After what had just happened I wasn't thinking straight. I knew if I just continued to drive home I could forget what happened, or at least try to. I did not want to remember that night at all.