"Forgive me Father for I have sinned. It's been one week since my last confession."

"What is your sin, my child?"

"I've been having...impure thoughts about a man. I've tried not too, I've tried to stay away but.....my thoughts betray me."

"Have you tried asking God for help in your struggle?"

"Yes....it brought me here," She admitted softly.

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No, not really....but it's where all of it began."

"Your impure thoughts?"

"Yes."

"They began here?"

"......Yes."

"So, the man you're having these thoughts about you've seen here?" He asked gently.

"He's........yes, I've seen him here."

"Have you spoken to him about this? Have you approached him?"

"No."

"Okay, may I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Are you married, either of you?"

"No....but there are still......there are obstacles."

"And these thoughts, they're becoming problematic?"

"Oh yes, they interrupt my every day, my every thought. My mind is not my own any longer unless it is being completely consumed with the thoughts of him. I think of him doing things to me, things that....I know are wrong, things I want him to do in this very church."

"My Child....."

"I have visions of him bending me over the alter, spanking me on the pews...Even in this confessional....it's kept me from coming to Church." She interrupted.

"These thoughts are keeping you from Church?"

"Yes."

"Impure thoughts are human, God forgives all sins. Ask the Virgin for help, pray hard and turn towards religion. God will not forsake you."

"Thank you, Father."

"You're welcome my child."

"Forgive me Father for I have sinned, it's been two days since my last confession."

"What is your sin my child?"

"I.....I'm having impure thoughts about a man and I....I know you said that I should pray about it, I know you said that I should talk to the Virgin but.....it's only making it worse."

"I remember your struggle, I've prayed for you."

"Oh....Father.....you don't understand!" She cried.

"Understand what? My child?"

"I......I've never felt this way, about anyone and I know it's wrong but I see him so often and......"

"Go on my child."

"He's so kind, so polite and caring about others. He's good with kids and the elderly, he's smart. He wear glasses but only when he reads....not many people know that but I do. I've seen him a few times with them on. He's got a great body....but I don't think he works out, he doesn't need too. Strong arms, broad shoulders.....he's beautiful, inside and out."

"I'm still confused as to why you can't speak with him."

"Because Father...."

"Because why?"

"He's you!......it's you Father, I love you."

"I.....I'm unsure of what I should say, what I could say."

"I told you there were obstacles, I.....I have to go."

"No! Wait!"

"Goodbye!"

"Forgive me Father for I have sinned it's been six days since my last confession."

"Is that you?"

"It's me, Father."

"I wondered.....if you would come back ."

"Of course I came back, I'll always come back. .....I can't help myself."

"Perhaps....it would be easier for you to start speaking to a different priest."

"Perhaps......"

"But you won't?"

"No, I won't."

"Because of your feelings, for me?"

"Yes.....I can't sit in another confessional and not hear your voice."

"My child...."

"Don't say it, I already know that it's wrong. I know I'm going to hell, I know you can't.....I know everything. So....don't say it." She said, sounding defeated.

"You know but still, you come here. Do you think maybe you're purposely torturing yourself?"

".....I....maybe. I know it's wrong, I know feeling this way is wrong but...it doesn't feel wrong. At night when I'm in my bed and I give myself over to the fantasy of you and me it feels so good, so right....maybe I constantly come here to remind myself that.....it's not."

"Your feelings however ill placed....are human....and in time I'm sure will shift to someone who is more attainable."

"No, I'm sure they won't."

"My Child....."

"I'm sorry Father, I can't do this today."

"Forgive me Father for I have sinned it's been.......two days since my last confession."

"No it hasn't."

"You're right, it hasn't. I just lied to you.....I walked around the block and I went home and I came back. I didn't make it three hours before I needed to come back."

"You needed to come back?"

"Yes, I can't explain it I just.....I felt it. I needed to come back." She sobbed.

"Don't cry my child, there is no reason for tears." He said gently.

"You don't understand how hard this is."

"I do and.....it is hard for me as well. I don't even know your name or what you look like and it makes me feel....lacking and unworthy."

"Don't say that, you're not lacking in anyway. If you could only see yourself the way I do."

"I'm not so vain as to dare ask."

"You're everything I'm not. You're....everything to me. I eat, sleep, breathe only for you, only because I know you exist."

"I believe you need to find a hobby, a passion that can deter your feelings."

"I've tried the only thing I'm passionate about is you."

"Surely there are other things you enjoy."

"I enjoy reading and long walks at night."

"You should of course be careful walking alone at night time."

"Why? Would you miss me if something happened to me?"

"I..."

"Of course you wouldn't, you don't even know who I am. You probably wouldn't notice."

"Well....my confessions would certainly be less interesting."

"Is that a joke? Are you laughing at me father?"

"Not at you my dear, simply...the situation we're in. The only one I'm not trained for."

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to make trouble for you."

"You're not."

"I think I better go now Father."

"Very well then."

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

"Forgive me Father for I...."

"You're back again." He interrupted.

"Didn't I tell you once I would always come back? It's rude to interrupt you know, you're supposed to know better."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, I supposed the charade of me confessing is over done. We both know why I'm really here and it's not to confess."

"No, it's not."

"If you want me to stop coming I will, if you want me to not come back I can....just say the words and.....I'll never bother you again."

"............No, I.....think I like your visits."

"Okay then."

"Okay."

"I.....I shook your hand on Sunday."

"I shook a lot of hands on Sunday."

"I know, that was kind of the idea. I shook your hand, I looked right into your eyes and.....you didn't even realize it. I think that was the moment when I realized....how insignificant I really am."

"You're not insignificant, I look forward to these few minutes with you."

"You know you shouldn't, shouldn't have an opinion of me at all really."

"I know but I do, I think you're a very kind and sweet human being."

"You don't know me outside this confessional."

"Yes I do, you said yourself we cross paths all the time and I'm sure you're just as charming then as you are here."

"Are you flirting with me?" She asked with a laugh.

"Maybe, just a little. You won't tell will you?" He teased.

"No."

"Forgive me Father for I have sinned, it's been one day since my last confession."

"And what are you doing here today?"

"It's our two month anniversary you know, I've been coming here for two months."

"I'm aware of that."

"I don't know why but....I dressed up today, that's stupid you cant even see me."

"Forgive me but...I was unable to change my attire for the occasion."

"I'll forgive you."

"You've been coming here every day for the past three weeks and you have yet to tell me who you are."

"That defeats the point of coming here into confession, doesn't it?"

"I.....won't lie, I'm curious about what you look like, who you are."

"You see me, far more often than you realize."

"You say that but it doesn't help me find out who you are."

"Maybe, I'm not ready for you too. It doesn't matter anyway if you know, you're still a priest."

"I'm a man, common curiosity is still normal. I spend every day talking to you through this wall, I consider you a friend. If....if you told me who you were you could visit me face to face."

"No, I can't."

"Maybe I'll ask around and try to figure it out on my own."

"No! Don't!" She cried.

"Will you tell me your name?"

"I can't......I....I'm not ready."

"Very well then."

"Have you told anyone about us?" She inquired.

"No, I have not. If I had......I didn't." He said with a sigh.

"I appreciate it, I know this is a little unorthodox."

"To say the least, it started out simple enough I suppose."

"And now it's not?"

"Now....I'm conflicted. I enjoy these talks, I look forward to them and....I shouldn't."

"I'm sorry Father, I brought this on you."

"No, don't be sorry. This.....friendship has meant a lot to me."

"It has me too."

"You better go now, there are other people waiting."

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"I'll be here."

"Goodbye Father."

"Goodbye."

"Forgive me Father....do we really need this whole thing?"

"No, I suppose not." He chuckled.

"I don't think I should come here anymore.....I...I don't think it's fair to either of us. It only adds to my.....feelings for you and it confuses you."

"So your feelings have not changed? After all our talks and long visits?"

"No, if anything.....they've gotten worse and knowing that you can't.....that you don't feel the same way.....it's painful." She said with a sob.

"Don't cry my dear, please."

"I'm sorry, I never should have came here. Not even once, not even for a minute."

"I'm glad you did.....it gave me a life outside the church for the first time. It gave me someone to care about and it....gave me a friend."

"I should probably go."

"Wait! Will you come back?"

"Don't I always? I'm weak that way. Goodbye, Father."

"Forgive me Father...yada yada yada, so....how are you today?"

"Waiting for you, almost seems like that's all I get done doing anymore."

"I....I went on a date.....last night, I was going to tell you yesterday but....I don't know...almost felt unfaithful."

"I have no claim over you," He pointed out.

"Yes, you do. More than you realize."

"Still?"

"Yes."

"How did it go....your date? Did you like him?"

"Yes but that's the problem I liked him.....but I love you."

"Will you be seeing him again?"

"No...probably not. He took me home....to his place. We kissed and we started doing more but every time he touched me, every caress...I....I only wished it was you. He stopped when he heard me say your name....I doubt I'll get a second date."

"You shouldn't be telling me this stuff."

"Why? I thought we were friends."

"We are but...I'm still a priest. You shouldn't be....telling me that you think of me when.."

"When I'm at home alone...touching myself?" She asked.

"Don't.....don't do this."

"It's true and you know it, I've never tried to hide my feelings for you."

"No! But you've done nothing but hold them over my head since our first meeting."

"Is that what you think I'm doing?"

"Isn't it?"

"No!" She cried.

"I love you.....I don't want to have to feel sorry for that anymore, I don't want you pitying me for it."

"I do."

"I know, maybe I should go...I...I don't feel like talking today."

"Very well then."

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

"Forgive me Father for I have sinned."

"So have I."

"What? What have you done?" She asked.

"I.....trespassed on our friendship, I betrayed you."

"What?"

"I asked around, I spoke to the nuns and I got your name."

"Why?"

"Because, I love you."

"You..."

"I've fallen in love with the woman on the other side of this screen. I...I stepped down from being priest."

"For me?"

"For you, now.......what do you say...we finally meet in person?"

"Okay."

"Okay."