If true love is love for humanity, then what is humanity? Whether love is justified only when the one we love is a good person? If not, then we would be scared, we hide, we fake, and we escape away.
When we love, will we attach eveything that is true, good and beautiful to the one we love? Once we witnessed its perishment, we tried hard to understand, both her and myself.
How could such a beautiful woman the murder? How could the woman touched by the songs of the children in the church turned out to be a cold-hearted machine keeping locking the door and watching 300 people die in the fire?
The moment when I read for her, I feel like she is a person. But apart from this, what she did makes me doubt whether she is really a person.
我的愛令她戰勝羞愧。
後來她學會了識字，也學會了愛。但她從我撤回的手，從我疏離的眼神中看出，我已不再愛她了。她踩在她閱讀過的書本上，結束了她的一生。
我不再愛她了嗎？我确實不再愛了。我再也不會聽她的話。過去她讓我做什麼，我都照做，現在她祈求我給她回信，我卻一個字也不回。愛對于我而言，也是很遙遠、很遙遠的事情。
我的愛令我羞愧。
