What I was thinking - Seeing Daisy again

Stepping into that house to see the love of my life once again, Daisy Buchanan, felt like a dream. She was perfect, a living piece of art. This was my chance to win here back, and bring back what once was. I could not comprehend the fact that she was actually here, in fact, it drove me crazy. I was an utter mess and could barely control myself. Did I look good? Was I presentable? Am I good enough? All these questions rushed through my head the second I met eyes with daisy that day. The same spark ignited as the first day I laid my eyes on her. When I heard she was here, I had to compose myself. But where the hell could I compose myself? Funny you ask, I just went outside in the pouring rain. I may had been drenched from head to toe from the rain, but hell if I didn't I might have gone mad. As I knocked on the door, another million thoughts ran through my mind, but I had done enough running. I was not sure if things would be the same as they were, but I could only hope. I knew that I could win over Daisy. After I made acquaintance with Daisy again, I felt as if I was a stone statue. Frozen in time, not knowing what to do or say. Every move I did felt as if it was the wrong move. Nick helped me keep my composure, thank god for the old sport. Knowing she was a married woman made me sick to my stomach, almost to the point of wrenching right there on the spot, in front of Daisy. After realizing that Daisy would soon be mine, I broke out of my stone exoskeleton and was the Jay Gatsby she once knew.