Why I broke up with Jordan

After Gatsby's death, I could not stand to be around the people I had become so close with this summer in Long Island.  I met Jordan Baker for lunch, immediately finding that the beauty of her face did not distract me from the immoral world like it did every time I saw it before.  To be honest, her mere presence was disturbing to me especially because she I knew she would continue to be friends with Daisy.  Anyone who would maintain a friendship with the Buchanans would be no friend of mine.  With the memory of Gatsby's pale, dead body still fresh in my head, I could no longer like Jordan the same way.  I left that relatiosnhip without a single word exchanged about my move to the west for I thought it would be better to end it without the mess of confrontation.