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I remember Liam, framed by sun-drenched organic carrots at the farmer's market, looking up with a mischievous grin that instantly told my heart, Oh, this is it. We exchanged witty banter over artisanal cheeses, a quick flirtation feeling like years of comfortable connection, making it clear this wasn’t just a random encounter, but perhaps an LGBT-destined meeting of genuinely gay souls. That sunny Saturday, amidst the kale and handmade soaps, a stranger became my forever person, and every laugh since has only deepened the beautiful absurdity of how perfectly our paths collided.