Kevin is...God, there are no words. If I ever doubted it I think I know now, I think I'm willing to admit it. I'm in love with him. I'll probably never tell him but I think I have been ever since we met in freshman year, at a party at Christian's house (and where is Christian now?) and someone introduced us and he made a really awful pun about beer and I was the only one who laughed. He makes all these Dad jokes all the time, so bad they're funny, and if you don't laugh he just looks at you and crosses his eyes or does something stupid until you start laughing after all. He's always been there for me, whether he knows it or not, and I love him, I love him, I've never been in love before but I know this like I know my own name.
Kevin paid for my car to be fixed, so that I can go to Flagstaff and hold my cousin's hand.
He didn't tell me what he was doing until he'd scheduled it at the dealership. He said I could repay him by letting him stay in my house for a month, because his lease will be up soon and he hasn't found another place yet. I told him I'd have let him stay for free, and he waved me off and said if it mattered that much, I could pay him back when I got a job, but for now I should just get to Flagstaff and be with Andrew and the rest of my family. He spent over $200 on my stupid shitty car and then he gave me a book of funny short stories he'd gotten at Bookman's, just to cheer me up. He's the kindest person alive.
I'm getting the car back tomorrow. I'm going to be in Flagstaff by this time Wednesday. I am 21 years old, of sound body and heart if not sound mind, and I do hereby declare that I, Alison Laura Brent, am in love with Kevin Vaughn and if this ends, if this fucked up stupid thing somehow miraculously blows over, I will tell him so.
This is such a sappy fucking post but you have to believe me, every single word is true.