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I first saw Logan across the bustling room at the LGBT center, and when his eyes met mine, a simple smile bloomed between us, sparking a connection that felt both immediate and deeply familiar, a silent promise of something special for this gay boy. We talked for hours that day, sharing stories and dreams under the warm, affirming glow of the center, realizing this unexpected encounter was the start of a beautiful love story. Now, months later, holding his hand feels like finding my own personal oasis in the vast, vibrant world of the LGBT community, our quiet passion a testament to how love can truly blossom anywhere.