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On the crowded subway, my eyes kept finding Zach, a nervous habit fueled by the quiet strength radiating from him as he read a book about LGBT history, and I, a shy gay man, struggled to find the courage to speak. Each morning, our eyes met across the aisle, a silent conversation blossoming into shared smiles and whispered jokes as we discovered a mutual love for old movies and obscure trivia, laying the groundwork for a friendship that felt destined for something more. Now, years later, holding Zach’s hand as we walk along the same platform where our story began, I realize that the greatest journeys often start with a hesitant hello and the quiet understanding of two souls meant to find each other.