Love was supposed to feel free. Easy. But, of course, you had to go and fall for a heterosexual man.

Harry Watling was a vicar of the village you live in, and also the man you have desperately fallen for. Trouble is, he's straight.

You had been at mass today; it sort of bored you, but you liked to help Harry afterwards at the end of the mass. As you help put things away, he speaks up.

"You know... I've started seeing someone." Your heart drops.