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Lost in the poetry section, I saw him, Damian, a flash of artistic spirit amidst the organized shelves, and my breath hitched – I knew right then and there that being gay, for me, would never be the same again. Our hands brushed as we both reached for the same Neruda collection, a silent understanding passing between us, and in that instant, the entire bookstore faded away, leaving only the electric promise of something real, something beautiful, something so profoundly *us* in this complicated world that can sometimes feel so hostile towards the LGBT community. Tristan, he said, his voice a melody I felt deep in my soul, and I knew, with a certainty that defied logic, that I was already, irrevocably, in love.