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?