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The vibrant energy of the pride parade swirled around me as my eyes locked with Oliver's across the crowd, a shy smile blooming on his face that mirrored the tentative hope blossoming in my own gay heart, a shared understanding passing between us about the courage it took to be out and proud. He was everything I wasn't – outgoing, confident, a rainbow flag draped effortlessly over his shoulders – and yet, drawn together by the electric hum of belonging and our shared experience as part of the LGBT community, we spent the rest of the afternoon hand-in-hand, the noise fading into a soft background melody as we built a connection that felt both fragile and impossibly strong. And as the sun set, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, I knew I had found someone who understood not just my identity, but also the quiet joy of finally, truly, being seen.