Dearest Gatsby,

When I say “dearest,” I mean it. You have impacted my life in a way you could never understand. You made me feel beautiful and wanted. For that I cannot thank you enough. I hope you know how special you were to me, and how much I loved you.

But from this day forward, I am done. Done with wondering why you left. Done with wondering if there’s something I could have done to make you stay. Done with wallowing in misery and self-loathing over you. Done with hoping you will come back. It’s time for me to let go. It’s time for me to be free.

You are still amazing. You are still special. You are still loved. You are still my Gatsby. You are still mein Mann. Until the end of my days, you will always be all of these things and more to me.

Maybe one day I’ll run into you, but this right here is the end of my searching for you.

I sincerely hope you are happy and healthy, and that you feel loved and that you feel you have a purpose in life. I hope you follow your dreams and that they bring you everything you ever wanted.

I hope you have an amazing and fulfilling life, Gatsby.

Love Always, Deine Frau, Daisy