Corona came to visit this weekend.

We got to hang out with each other and talk a little bit on Friday. Upon seeing each other again, we hugged for an inordinate amount of time. She’s doing well and, knowing what kind of a girl I am, told me not to worry about her. Which is hard, but seeing her made me so immensely happy.

On Saturday night, in the middle of a crowd of people, she kissed me. Quickly but ardently. Her hands lingered on my waist and we chuckled as I rubbed off the smudge of my makeup had rubbed off onto her. 

As I went to go find someone, she gave my ass a squeeze and smirked. “Missed this.”