For a good priest

Another letter, I have more thoughts, and they burn up my head and I feel like I’m already in hell. It takes everything I have not to tell you how I feel. I was considering it but I cancelled our meeting to avoid temptation. It’s not what I wanted to talk about, but when I’m episodic I don’t have good self-control.

I wish you could kiss me, I wish I could kiss you. Run my fingers through your hair and let my spit run down your neck. You’re so cute and gorgeous to me. Why did you have to say you’re Russian… sigh, of course. If I had anything to offer you maybe it would be different— money, security, status, all which the priesthood provides. I love you too much to stray you from your path. Or maybe I just love you too much.

Love,

Judith