i cant seem to concentrate and read; my mind just wants to keep thinking about him. and nothing else, but him.
oh my, he makes me so happy.
gatsby: hey i just met you
gatsby: and this is crazy
gatsby: but i'm going to spend most of my life and wealth in an attempt to pursue you for your stunning vapidness and the warped image of yourself created in my mind as a precursor to my eventual fall
gatsby: so call me maybe