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It was a year ago today that I met my Princess Buttercup for the first time, in person. I saw her sandled feet first and somehow knew it was her. I asked her to come down here and we kissed for the first time. It was a cold and drizzly day and this lizard boy didn't care after that first wonderous kiss. We spent most of our too-short time together kissing and finding other places to sit and kiss some more. Her hand would touch my knee and I was never more aware of a location on my body. There was coffee and potato chips and lentil soup. There was laughter and yearning and touch. There were fingers and lips and soft brown eyes to be lost in. The world is forever changed. As you wish.

Westly