The first time seeing you had Bruce’s heart beat faster. He was absolutely mesmerized but he had to hide it. He couldn’t. He shouldn’t. You were a man. It was a sin. Everyday during Mass, he’d stare at you, a soft blush on his cheeks. He hoped no ones noticed, especially you.

Bruce prayed everyday to be with you with no punishments, he hoped and wished. Eventually, you two had somehow become friends. It was better than nothing, Bruce thought.

One day, you two were sitting at the pews, talking. The topic had shifted to personal lives and relationships. Bruce put his hands on your shoulders, leaned his head onto your chest and started to sob. He grew nervous as he was about to confess.

“If only loving you wasn’t a sin..” Bruce whispered through sobs.