rebecca .

written @ 5:17 pm on 25.10.04

"i know i cried that night, bitter youthful tears that would not come from me to-day. the kind of crying, deep into a pillow, does not happen after we're twenty-one."

from rebecca (by daphne du maurier)

i've been reading rebecca lately (yes, always read like hell here, as nothing much can be done in fact).

you know, the book summons up the days we read jane eyre together in class. the memory is still so fresh, yet the old days had gone for a long time already.

i miss the old days.

p.s. i guess the gulf between us can never be bridged. yes, never.

replay it once || play it now

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