What I was thinking when Gatsby asked to speak with me in private...

It came as a surprise when Gatsby’s butler invited me to come up and speak with Gatsby. Although I was puzzled at first, I began to piece together his motive for inviting me up. I hadn't realized Gatsby was the same military man that Daisy had dated five years ago until I mentioned his name to Nick in Daisy’s presence. That same night, Daisy came to me with urgency to ask how I knew Gatsby. This all came to make sense to me at the party. They were both still lingering on the romance that they had shared all those years ago. As Gatsby explained his plan to drop by while Daisy was visiting Nick, I came to see how simple it all was. Gatsby had bought that big house, and had all those parties just for her. And now, such a small task as having tea with her had become some great mission in his eyes. The grave manner in which Gatsby discussed his plan made his love for her all the more evident. I was flabbergasted by his foolish affection, but I could also see the sweetness of it. It was foolish and sweet. At the end of the night, I caught up with Nick again. I wanted so badly to spill all of the information I had just gained, but I had sworn that I wouldn't speak of it.