The freedom - when realized, made him crave for bondage just like once captivity had had him longing for freedom. You kept blaming other people for your self made prison while you waited for someone to come and set you free. If i were to be sarcastic, i would call it "a wise thing to do". But neither i am sarcastic, nor you were wise.
After realizing and celebrating freedom for a little too long, you felt like a wild thing with no roots and no home to come back to. So you used your freedom to create a cage. You filled the empty book - page by page. And then it happened. Someone came and made you forget that you were ever free. Enslaved by desire and its misery, i saw you begging for mercy.
For a while, i could not believe that it was you. Looking at something so untrue. Wanting it to stay, to understand. Wanting to touch it and hold its hand. It stayed and then betrayed. That is what it was meant to do!! So that you would wake up and see that an illusion cannot replace reality. Now that the last words have come to you or rather, you have come to the last words. Let me tell you that i love you still. And no matter how hard i try to kill, i have found that love never dies, even though you and i will. I have learnt my lesson and i am still learning, many a days, i find myself yearning, yearning for someone like you.
But before you really fall in love, go take your masks off. Know the world as a reflection of who you are and have some empathy - at least, for the one who dies for you.
