Compared to the great distance that had separated him from
Daisy it had seemed very near to her, almost touching her. It had seemed as close as a star to the moon. Now it was again a green light on a dock. His count of enchanted objects had diminished by one” (100). His brightly shining idolized version of Daisy was not who she really was, much like the green light was now simply a light, Daisy was simply a woman.
Gatsby’s dream of achieving everything Daisy stood for led him to create a perfect version of Daisy that no one could ever come close to. Gatsby sees this illusional Daisy as an essential part of achieving his dream, and once he meets her, he finds that she isn’t the person he thinks her to