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There is something so very interesting about Gatsby. You love a girl when you're poor and she loves you back. You build a life around this girl, she is the foundation of your heart, and you are just a summer romance. You throw grand parties as a way of saying "look, look, i'm here, I became all this for you" and she never comes. Her husband actively disdains you. Her cousin is one of your closest friends and you've only known him for a summer. You finally get a chance to talk to her and beg her to leave with you, and she allows her husband to frame you for murder. Her cousin is the only one that seems to care about you, but you are wrapped up in memories of her. When you finally start to let go and focus on her cousin, the husband of her husband's mistress(bare with us, it's very complicated) shoots you dead in a pool at the end of summer.

Her cousin remembers you years later and scorns his inlaws for you even when you're dead and gone. He wrote a story about you. He is the only one besides your father to show up at your funeral.

Something about wanting to let go and never getting the chance to. There's just something so compelling about watching a man realise that he built his life around a woman, and just when he starts to untangle what he is from what he thought she wanted, her husband doesn't let him go.

oh the irony