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The moment I saw Oscar across the candlelit table in that cozy restaurant, amidst the murmur of conversations, a silent understanding passed between us, confirming this unexpected gay connection felt right. My heart, usually guarded, fluttered with a terrifying hope, a quiet fear of rejection mirroring the shy smile he offered, knowing our shared LGBT experience made this moment even more profound. As we talked, the world outside faded, replaced by the gentle poetry of his voice, and I knew I had found love in the most surprising, beautiful place. In his eyes, I saw not just an attraction, but a reflection of my own hesitant longing, a silent promise whispered in the air.