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I wasn't expecting to find anything but strong coffee at the coworking space, but then Tyler walked in, a whirlwind of chaotic energy so different from my meticulously organized spreadsheets, and suddenly being gay felt like the least interesting thing about me. Our differences were obvious – I, the quiet coder, and he, the flamboyant artist – yet every stolen glance and playful jab confirmed a connection that transcended labels, a vibrant testament to the beautiful, messy spectrum of love the LGBT community celebrates. Now, weeks later, as Ben and I share a pizza on my apartment floor, surrounded by his paintings and my discarded code, I know that sometimes the best things in life come when you least expect them.