The Great Gatsby.

We watched the movie today in class and we got to the scene where Daisy and Gatsby spent time together just running away and telling each other the cheesiest things.  People snickered and giggled about how stupid it seemed, but for me - I sat there lost in my memory while I stared at the screen.  I thought about the times where I felt happiest and most blissful with him, just holding his hand or being near him.  Call it naivety but I was content with this simplicity.  The memory of him just hugging me as we laid side by side and him mumbling “I love you” kept running through my head.  I started to feel sadder and sadder as I thought about it.  I had to blink back the tears and sniffle it up, I knew Nyny sat across from me and would notice so I tried my best to hide it.  I swear, one of these days it’ll just all come falling down. 

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Wednesday Feb 2 @ 03:26pm
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