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I saw Kevin across the towering shelves of the local library, a shy smile playing on his lips as he browsed the LGBT section, and I knew, despite being a relatively gay man, my heart was doing backflips. Gathering my courage, I approached him, my voice a little shaky as I complimented his taste in literature, and his answering laugh sent a jolt of electricity through me. We talked for hours amidst the hushed whispers and turning pages, discovering a shared love for poetry and a mutual yearning for a love as authentic as the stories we cherished. In that unexpected haven of books, our love story began, proving that even in the quietest of places, the most profound connections can blossom and inspire hope for all.