We walked all over the island talking and holding hands for the first time. I couldn't wait to be closer to you, closer than our twined arms. We finally rested in the sand, whimsically selecting skipping stones. You placed the skipping stones around my head as I nestled into the warm sand. With lazy, frothing waves at our feet, you punctuated the last stone placed with a sweet, deliberate first kiss.
There are a lot of romantic little nooks and crannies in our city, and this is by far the most romantic thing I've ever seen one city do together.
http://torontokissmap.com/
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