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I first saw Zach at the farmer's market, his laughter echoing over the fresh produce, and though I was shy, I found myself smiling back, the way a gay man does when he sees someone he might actually like. Soon, we were meeting every Saturday, sharing coffee and secrets, tentatively exploring the world as a couple of guys in the LGBT community, until a shared glance over a basket of peaches made me realize this was more than just friendship, and I nervously took his hand. Finally, under the warm summer sun, we found the courage to be fully open, our hearts as vibrant and sweet as the ripe fruit surrounding us, knowing our love, our story, had just begun.