Nobody puts us in it.
We put ourselves. We are our own slave masters.
We have handcuffed
ourselves with the memory and fantasy of someone who had left us long ago. We have used our own mouth to say that we
cannot be happy with someone else, and concluded in our mind that we might not
find another like him. Using our words and thoughts to bind our souls to someone
who has probably moved on or who will definitely not come back is like shooting
herself in the leg.
Emotional captivity
puts one in a state of being, not just emotionally but physically.