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Wandering through the farmer’s market, I saw him: Victor, his eyes alight, a shy smile gracing his lips, and in that instant, my world shifted, a silent understanding passing between two gay men fearing the sting of rejection. We cautiously circled each other, baskets bumping, until a shared laugh over a wilting zucchini broke the ice, and suddenly, a simple purchase of tomatoes became a coded language of longing in a space where LGBT love sometimes struggles to bloom. Now, a year later, hand-in-hand at the very same market, we are a testament to the possibility of finding something truly special, something real, against all odds.