“His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy’s white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed like a flower and the incarnation was complete.”
The Great Gatsby is one of those stories that never leave my heart. I might not always be aware but it always stays in the background. I can hear the slow and tragic music in the depth of my being – clear and inviting.
And while reading Zelda Fitzgerald’s letters to her husband I couldn’t help but imagine her as much of a fool in love as was Gatsby.
As are we all.
When a heart is tender and the night is dark, it clutches on to the nearest hope it can find, promising to never let it go. Zelda’s world was a cage for her and Fitzgerald was her hope of freedom. He brought with himself the wild promise of the unknown and she fell in love.
Zelda Fitzgerald to F. Scott Fitzgerald 
I look down the tracks and see you coming – out of every haze & mist your darling rumpled trousers are hurrying to me – Without you, dearest dearest I couldn’t see or hear or feel or think – or live – I love you so and I’m never in all our lives going to let us be apart another night. It’s like begging for mercy of a storm or killing Beauty or growing old, without you.
I want to kiss you so – and in the back where your dear hair starts and your chest – I love you – and I can’t tell you how much – To think that I’ll die without your knowing – Goofo, you’ve got to try to feel how much I do – how inanimate I am when you’re gone – I can’t even hate these damnable people – Nobody’s got any right to live but us – and they’re dirtying up our world and I can’t hate them because I want you so – Come Quick – Come Quick to me – I could never do without you if you hated me and were covered with sores like leper – if you ran away with another woman and starved me and beat me – I still would want you I know –
Lover, Lover, Darling –
(Before you all start fuming about the way she says ”starved me and beat me”, just know that I AM IN NO WAY PROMOTING THIS OR SAYING THAT IT’S ALRIGHT, OKAYY??? Okay! *sighs*)
She was his greatest inspiration. Her words fed his hungry imagination, and her passion turned his dreams to reality. Her mind was a deep well, containing a vast treasure of inspiration which he fed off of and which she allowed, much too willingly.
Zelda, as much as I have known about her through the study of her letters, felt bound to Scott, body and soul, with a love so deep that he could take and take and there still will always be enough. She reminds me of something Daisy said in The Great Gatsby,