Onesies gay

I walked into the photography studio, a nervous flutter in my chest, and saw Ethan adjusting the lights, a vision that confirmed my long-held understanding of myself as gay. Oliver, he introduced himself, his voice soft, a blush rising on his cheeks, and in that instant, surrounded by the scent of developing chemicals and shared shy smiles, I knew our connection transcended the simple label of LGBT; it was something deeper, something waiting to bloom. As weeks bled into months spent side-by-side in the studio, helping each other to learn the ins and outs of photography, and sneaking glances at one another, I realized that my whole world had begun to orbit around him.