Kevin

Since I talked of my dream about Kevin, I guess I'll talk about the real Kevin.
Kevin and I have been dating for over four years now- kind of impressive, if you consider we started dating when we were fifteen.  Sometimes I think we clung together merely for sheer stubbornness, and laziness.  I'm not a very optimistic person, as you might note. 

We started dating right after summer school, the summer before sophomore year.  We really started talking the last few days of health class.  He had a horrible buzz cut and wore clothes that didn't look too clean, even though they were washed, and he had mild acne, and ugly skin colored braces, but despite all that he had bright brown eyes that were innocent and kind.  Plus he was tall and confident and loud, which was something I was not, so perhaps that might have been the first attraction for me.

Our first date was at the movies, we watched Accepted.  Our first kiss was awkward, the second was wonderful.

And so the years passed, with many a story, both of us changing of course, but somehow we only grew stronger for having the other around.

He was, and is, the most patient boy I have ever met.  He stayed with me through my years of depression, remained with me through my odd relationship with a gay best friend who I had been desperately in love with before we met, and was rooted firmly like a stone against the storms of my emotions.

So basically, I love him very much.  And he loves me, what's more amazing.  :)