"Things always turn out, in their own time and
in their own way," but why did it have to take so long?
All that work however didn't keep us from having a good
time. Twice that fall we went to Philadelphia to visit his aunt and
uncle. They worked with the homeless and street people. Carmine was
in awe of their sacrifice and selfless devotion to these often unlovable
people.
It was on one of these visits that I discovered the depth
of Carmine's feelings for me, even if he still hadn't put them into words.
Carmine was born in Boston and lived there until he was
twelve. I had never been there, so we went over his birthday weekend.
Since Carmine's birthday falls over the Thanksgiving holiday we managed
to visit with a lot of his family and still have some time for ourselves.
It was during this weekend that Carmine, finally told me he loved me.
Forget Paris, Boston is the romance capital of the world!
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