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I saw him across the gym, Damian, muscles rippling with each lift, and knew, with a certainty that warmed my chest, that my attraction was more than just admiration; it was gay, a pull toward something real. We started talking, finding common ground despite my quiet shyness and his boisterous confidence, learning about each other's lives, though I carefully skirted around the edges of my own, still hesitant to be fully out, my heart heavy with the knowledge that I was part of the LGBT community but still living in the shadows. His hand brushed mine as he spotted me, and a jolt ran through me, promising a future where differences didn't matter, where our connection could blossom, where maybe, someday, I could be as brave and open as he was. Though I was scared, I realized that the possibility of a life with him was worth facing those fears, worth fighting for our chance at happiness.