Poem about two gay cowboys tumblr

I never expected a flat tire at a dusty Nevada rest stop to change my life, but when Logan, a charming cowboy with a drawl as thick as his calloused hands, offered to help, I, a city boy more familiar with spreadsheets than spare tires, found myself drawn to him, a stark contrast to my usual type and background. As we shared stories under the vast, starlit sky, I realized that this unexpected friendship, born from a shared love of the open road and a mutual understanding of the struggles and triumphs of being gay men in different worlds, was blossoming into something deeper, something that made my heart soar with a hopeful anticipation for a future where our differences only strengthened our bond. Maybe this road trip, and this love, was exactly what this LGBT guy was looking for all along.