Watching as a non-Muslim woman who fell in love with a Muslim man

He chose his faith just like the priest did, and I don't feel any sort of resentment towards that. His religion is the reason he is the man he is today, and I respect and love him just the way he is. We finally hung out one on one together by the beachside at 2am yesterday where we held hands. I kissed him on the cheek and he told me he never wanted to wash his face again. Then we started talking about how this won't work out. What each of our respective futures would look like with different people. At 4am, he left me to pray fajr. And I just kept thinking about that final scene in Fleabag. I used to dislike religion, I never understood it. But I think I understand it a little more now, and don't harbour any dislike for it. Thanks Fleabag