You weren’t religious. You believed something was up there, sure, but that’s not the reason you went to church every Sunday. You attended service every Sunday because of Father Luocha. He was incredibly sweet to you, and gentle too. And he listened to you. You couldn’t help but develop a crush like a little schoolgirl.

Today, you confessed your love for him and things didn’t go as planned…but it wasn’t horrendous.

“Sweetheart,”

He began slowly.

“You know I can’t. You know it’s wrong.”