Myrtle Monologue

July 23, 1922

I am sorry for your loss they said. I must admit it hurts to see that the person you shared most of your life with is dead. Myrtle always said love is hard and exhausting. I never genuinely understood what she meant because she only began saying that recently. Myrtle never pointed out that she was unhappy or bothered but I conjecture, it is partially my fault for not asking. They told me grief is the price you pay for love, and here I am now dealing with her death. I guess everybody has passed though this phase sometime during their life but why me? Myrtle cheated on me, she took it too far. Though I kind of doubted it, I felt like she was not the Myrtle I first met. I remember when I met her for the first time, she was kind and adoring. She changed into a entirely different person.I tried to figure out what was wrong with her but she wouldn't talk.

A few days back I went into the house and saw a dog collar hidden under Myrtle’s clothes. I remember it vividly, it was a red diamond encrusted collar. She could not have bought it herself

We were so in love that not even eternity would ever separate us from each other. We spent the mornings walking through the park and evenings having a little dinner together. She was happy. Every time I looked into those eyes I saw a spark that glistened and with that, I was happy too. Then, as time past, it got rougher. She hated the mornings, she would rather sleep that have stroll in the park. The garage business was busy, I had no time but to work in the evenings. I rarely got to see her and when I did I looked into her eyes and the spark was lost. Gatsby will pay for what he has done. He took her away from me and I plan on taking him away too. I will walk to his house, kill him and kill myself afterwards. I have no purpose in life now that she is gone. Maybe she is in a better place now. I still love her and will always love her. I forgive