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Tyler, a street artist with paint permanently under his nails, stood mesmerized before a Rothko at the gallery when Ben, a polished lawyer whose family practically owned the place, started a conversation about color theory, and I knew, instantly, despite our different worlds, that this gay connection was something seismic. We spent the rest of the evening lost in conversation, discovering shared dreams and a surprisingly aligned worldview, realizing that being LGBT, for us, meant creating our own family, our own traditions, outside the expectations of either of our very different upbringings. Years later, holding his hand as we walk through our garden, I still see that Rothko, that moment of unexpected understanding, and know that fate, in its infinite wisdom, placed us exactly where we needed to be, forever.