I’ve fallen head over heels for a priest I saw at a funeral months ago.
Thinking about him makes me ache, I adored him. The worst part is I’m starting to forget what he looked like. This makes me feel terrible. I can’t talk to anyone about how I feel because of the weird subject matter, and all the e h e m, concerning attributes of my pain. I didn’t even know his name…
His smile though, I can remember. Warmed my heart.
I have to get over it though. I feel so guilty, for liking a priest. I’ll get over it someday, I hope.
At the same time I wish I don’t. I like loving someone for once. Never get to do it much.
