Tiff brought the California sun with her.
Or at least that's what I would say.
She'd say it was freezing.
When I first started talking to Tiff almost two years ago,
I never imagined finally meeting her at a bus stop in the ghetto.
But after many jokes re: the bus station (and plenty of warnings, too!)
I can't imagine running around the corner,
and giving this girl a hug anywhere else.
YES, I HUGGED HER. TWICE.
Then gifted her with two mason jar mugs,
because of all the shit talkin' she does about them.
TIFF - COME BACK. Or, better yet, I'll come to you.
How does the second weekend in October sound?