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I first saw Hugo across the crowded field at that indie music festival, a whirlwind of energy and smiles that made my usually shy gay heart stutter, and for a moment, I almost retreated into myself, a familiar dance for someone navigating a new world within the larger LGBT community. But his gaze found mine, warm and unjudging, and he walked over, a quiet confidence radiating from him that chipped away at my nerves until we were laughing under the stage lights, feeling utterly seen and safe. That night, under a sky thick with stars and the echoes of anthems, we took a tentative hand, a silent promise to embrace this unexpected, beautiful gay love. Now, years later, holding Hugo’s hand feels like coming home, a testament to the bravery it took to step out of the shadows and into the light of our shared LGBT pride.