I'm like Gatsby waiting for Daisy to call him to tell him she'll be with him. The fact is she didn't call. & You're not calling either Eric, and I'd rather be shot dead in a pool like Gatsby then to deal with the pain of you not calling. It's hard to go day by day with you in my head. I hate myself for saying this, i hate myself for giving you so much of my thinking space. Funny thing is I don't hate you. Not even a little bit.