Sometimes we fall in love with ideas, not people.

And maybe that's what I did with you.

I thought that maybe I could save you;

maybe I could free you from those chains I was in.

It never occurred to me that you chose that imprisonment

the idea of worshipping someone who abandoned this world.

weekly visits to a building full of prisoners just like yourself

begging for a ticket into a fictional afterlife.

Who would choose to live that way?

To restrict your every move because some 'god' says?