before the night ends

I was browsing around the net to watch some drama butI suddenly remembered my favorite book " Up a Road Slowly" by Irene Hunt. I read some pages of it online...

It was as though I'm reading it with the me years ago. Unlike the feeling back then where I felt connected to the main character Julie, now I felt connected with the girl  i was years back. Her feeling as she reads it, how her heart was skipping a beat, the tears that was poured out... and the uncertainty  that she felt connected into. How the pain of the story was comforting her, those inspiring lines she took note for, I feel everything that girl felt. The me... years ago.

Surprisingly. Tonight, I had visit that girl after so many years. I didn't bother to look back before.. I didn't.