When I met him, he was a seminarian. I found a quiet respect for his chosen path, never calling him by his actual name, always just "Semi." It felt fitting, a constant, gentle reminder of his commitment. One afternoon, we were having lunch when he looked at me and said, "I like you." The words hung in the air, so unexpected that a genuine, slightly disbelieving laugh escaped me. "But you're a soon-to-be priest!" I retorted, the absurdity of it all hitting me. He reached across the table, his fingers gently covering mine. "No, no," he said, his voice soft but firm. "I'm just in the seminary for the knowledge. Not all seminarians become priests." Eh? His touch, his confession, and that gentle explanation sent a shiver down my spine.. not of excitement, but pure, unadulterated fear. My mind, which usually thrives on logic, just stopped. I may not believe in God, but I have my own set of unspoken rules, and "sleeping with a seminarian" was still firmly off my list. But I like him.. I really do.