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I saw Ben across the crowded stadium, cheering louder than anyone, and a nervous flutter started in my chest, a familiar fear of rejection kicking in even before I knew his name. Gathering courage I didn't know I had, I nudged him with my elbow, and when our eyes met, an unspoken understanding of our shared, proudly gay identities instantly melted away my silly apprehension. We talked for hours, realizing we’d both spent too long tiptoeing around our feelings, fearing rejection in an LGBT world that often felt too big and too straight. Looking back now, that day at the game was just the kickoff of our beautifully chaotic love story, a reminder that the best plays are often the ones you never expected to make.