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The vibrant colors of the pride parade blurred around me as I first saw Damian, his smile as bright as the rainbow flags, a beacon in the joyous chaos. He was everything I wasn't, so polished and put-together, while I, Tristan, felt like a simple canvas, but our contrasting backgrounds melted away as we danced, finding solace and unity in our shared gay identity. Holding hands, a silent promise passed between us, an unspoken understanding of the history and struggles that made this celebration, this LGBT haven, so precious. With every beat of the music, I knew our love, though new, was a testament to resilience and a promise of a future where love, in all its beautiful forms, would forever reign.