Gay bound and gagged

I almost tripped over Adrian, a cutie with rainbow shoelaces browsing the LGBT section at the library, and after a clumsy apology, we bonded over our shared love for queer history and terrible puns. We spent hours lost in conversation, discovering our gay identities aligned in unexpected ways, but then he revealed he was only visiting, a painful reminder of the miles that could separate kindred spirits. Even though distance threatened to dim our spark, we promised to keep our connection alive through late-night video calls and shared playlists, both secretly hoping our library meet-cute could blossom into something real, something wonderfully, beautifully ours.