I always hated Jay Gatsby. And I always hated Daisy. I never understood them back then. I hated the tragic love story. Yet, Here I am now, at 33, A splitting image of Jay Gatsby And her, My Daisy.
I love you enough to let you go Go find the man who you think is better than me Go out and see Feed your curiosity See if anyone will love you better then me Go see Go search for all of eternity
No one knows what the future holds No one can control where their story goes Anything is possible Anything can happen Almost everything is out of our control It’s a big universe And we are
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