“For a few days I stayed with him, but we never were lovers again.”
“Myrna was right! Michelangelo’s model was his lover as well,” said Karl, thinking out loud.
“Yes, I was,” Antonio said simply, then continued with his tale. “I left his dwelling and went to the Palazzo. I walked around the statue. I stopped in front of it and made a wish. I wished that I would find a man who would love me as I had loved my Micho. That man I would love in return with all my heart.”
Antonio’s words echoed in Karl’s mind as his own came back to him. Well, goodbye, David. I wish you were real. I’ve never had a boyfriend or a friend of any kind I could love. I’d love to meet a guy like you.