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I remember Logan, across the buzzing coworking space, the instant my eyes met his; a wave of recognition, of something profoundly right, washed over me, despite my usual shyness that made even a simple greeting feel monumental. That initial spark blossomed over shared coffee breaks and hushed conversations, revealing a deeply resonant connection that transcended our professional masks, affirming a beautiful, unmistakably gay love story unfolding in a place neither of us expected to find such a profound LGBT connection. Years later, our shared workspace is now our home, and looking at Logan across the table, I still feel that same breathtaking wonder, a testament to how the most unexpected encounters can forge the most enduring, meaningful love.