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.
我的爱令她战胜羞愧。
后来她学会了识字，也学会了爱。但她从我撤回的手，从我疏离的眼神中看出，我已不再爱她了。她踩在她阅读过的书本上，结束了她的一生。
我不再爱她了吗？我确实不再爱了。我再也不会听她的话。过去她让我做什么，我都照做，现在她祈求我给她回信，我却一个字也不回。爱对于我而言，也是很遥远、很遥远的事情。
我的爱令我羞愧。
