You were my bird. My beautiful bird. Your wings were so prepossessing, I just had to

stare. Though I had a feeling you didn't feel the same as me anymore. Your

pining gaze at the window often left me in confusion. What was so...

entrancing out there?

One night you told me that you longed for "freedom". I didn't know how to

react. What exactly was freedom? I guess it was whatever was outside that dreaded

window. Your wish was my command. I never wanted anything but to hear you,

feel you, love you. I wanted you to drown in my essence and surrender to my soul.

Like I had done for you. 

I used to keep you down, anticipating for you not to realize my true intentions.

How foolish.

"All things must come to the light." 

Or at least that's what you last muttered to me. So, I set you free. I unlocked my

rusty gate and observed as your alluring figure that I adored so much took flight.

Some days I swear I see your silhouette outside of the window. 

Then again, who would be mad enough to be "trapped" again?

It is a sin to cage a free bird after all.