Longing for the one I love

Ricky is in Emmett finishing up his work week and I am in Washington right now visiting my family whom I love, but I am realizing how much I miss my latin love. Ricky's tall, dark, and handsome image is constantly in my mind. Sometimes I think I can almost hear his sweet voice in the rushing Washington wind. I find my myself longing for our blissful reunion when he will join me here Wednesday and be in my arms again. Until then I hold onto the memories which linger so vividly in my mind of the strong wonderful man that I love. The next time I write, these solemn and somber overtones will be replaced with joy and glee as he will be writing along with me- together again at last!