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At that gay music festival, under the electric sky, Chris and I locked eyes, a connection forged in the pulsing bass that transcended the crowded space, instantly feeling like we were destined to understand each other, a shared heartbeat among the larger LGBT community. Though the miles would separate us, our brief, perfect weekend together still echoes in the quiet spaces of my heart, a bittersweet melody of what could have been. Remembering him, my soulmate, is like holding a faded photograph, a constant ache of love and longing for the man I barely knew but will never forget.