“Daisy,” Gatsby said softly, holding her by the shoulders, his fingers digging into her pale arms before he remembered himself. “Tell him…” “I can’t,” she cried helplessly. “I can’t. If you can love more than one person at once, then why can’t I?” “I only love you,” Gatsby insisted in confusion, and without looking I laid my hand on Nick’s arm. I didn’t think he had been such a fool, but I would have believed it.
