Thinkin’ About My Southern Cali Sweetie Pie

Hi, Everyone!

So, I just finished writing a short and sweet letter to my sweetie pie Ray Hernandez—my final letter to him, until I return to Southern Cali. I basically wrote how I enjoyed the sweet postcard, and that I thought a lot about him during the two months that we hadn’t spoken.

I want to emphatically stress that neither one of us spoke to the other on account of our academic lives were rather demanding, and if it’s one thing that I learned since my Rust debut, it’s that I must learn what takes priority. I cannot stress enough the importance of a good education, especially in my family, but yet and still, I thought about Ray within every passing moment. Hell, he crossed my mind everytime in my Fundamentals of Speech class. Y’all don’t know how much of a struggle it was to keep my feelings for him clandestine from my fellow Bearcats, especially when I had to write that “24 Hours” speech. I never mentioned it in my letter, but when I do see Ray this summer, I’m gonna tell him how his face kept popping up in my mind during that particular speech.

You know, I just thought about something else: It was on May 11 last year that Ray and I went to our prom. This Saturday will be our one-year prom anniversary. I was thinking about how he held me during our prom picture—it was tight yet comfortable, as though he wanted to hold on to me, but also wanted me to be free. I even remember our song: “Lovely” by Case, an oldie but a goodie.

Oh, I’m blushin’ again—I just know it!

Well, anyway, I had better close this blog before I start rambling on and on, but before I do so, I’ve got one more thing to say to my Southern Cali sweetie pie: There’s a song by Amy Grant that’s been on my mind and my heart for the longest, and everytime I hear it, I can’t help but think about Ray, especially given the current circumstances that we’re in. Anyway, here are the lyrics:

Whatever it takes, Baby, I’ve gotta be there,

Whatever it takes, Baby, you’ve got to know.

Whatever it takes to be true to you,

Baby, I’ll do it somehow.

Until next time, I’ll holla at y’all tomorrow.

Hugs & Kisses,

Natasha