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The moment I saw Andrew arranging peaches at the farmer's market, I knew something was different; his smile, the way the sunlight caught his hair - it felt like love at first sight, a connection I hadn't anticipated, especially not while buying organic tomatoes. Steeling myself, I walked over, my heart pounding, and asked about the pluots, finding myself completely disarmed by his easy laughter and openness as we chatted about everything and nothing, discovering we were both part of the local LGBT community and passionate about supporting sustainable agriculture. Later, over coffee, I realized that this unexpected encounter, this serendipitous meeting between two gay men amidst the bustling market, was the start of something truly special, something that felt both thrilling and deeply comforting all at once. And now, years later, I wake up every morning next to Andrew, forever grateful for that sunny day and the simple act of buying fruit that blossomed into a lifetime of love.