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I never imagined a coworking space, filled with the hum of laptops and the aroma of lukewarm coffee, would be where I met Sebastian, a charming graphic designer from a world entirely different from my own, a beacon of unexpected light in my very gay, very carefully constructed life. His easy laughter chipped away at the walls I'd built, revealing a vulnerability I thought long buried, and soon, our shared desk became a sanctuary, a place where our disparate backgrounds faded into the background noise, replaced by the quiet understanding that blossomed between us, two men finding solace and love within the wider LGBT tapestry. Now, years later, holding his hand across our own kitchen table, I realize that what started as a shared workspace became a shared life, a testament to the enduring power of connection when you least expect it.