Joshua rush is gay

The moment I saw Oscar on that hiking trail, wind whipping through his hair, I knew my carefully constructed closet, built for survival in my conservative town, was about to crumble; he was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen, and something in his warm, knowing smile suggested he understood my struggle, my gay identity hidden beneath layers of fear. We spent hours talking, discovering a shared love for nature and a surprising number of mutual friends, yet the more I fell for him, the more agonizing it became, terrified of exposing my true self and alienating my family, a fear he tenderly acknowledged, assuring me my journey was valid. Even now, months later, our stolen moments feel both incredibly passionate and painfully bittersweet, because even though I found my soulmate in the most unexpected place, the harsh reality of not being able to freely be with him, a prominent figure in the local LGBT community, constantly hangs over us, a heavy weight on my heart.