Impure Thoughts

This is the most bizarre sin I think I have committed yet. I have fallen desperately in love with Father Damien, the leper priest of Molokai. He has been dead for over a hundred years, but I cant seem to get him out of my head. I try to keep my thoughts as pure as possible, but the occasional impure thought does creep in from time to time.

The man is a saint. I am not worthy enough to shine his shoes. I feel terrible.