Last week, I lost my boyfriend/best friend/partner in crime. Two weeks ago, we talked about getting a new house and getting married after he graduated law school. We just celebrated his 28th birthday.











Kevin is the most incredible person I have ever met. He's brilliant, genuine, loving, and an absolute riot. He walks around singing all day (some real songs and some "Kevin remixes"). He remembers everything I've ever told him. He grew up in Jamestown, New York but said that moving to Indiana was the best things that ever happened to his family. Kevin puts up with my roadside adventures as long as I find a pizza place along the way. He loves playing golf and roots for the New York Giants. He once shaved the letter K into his chest hair. He has an insatiable thirst for both knowledge and juice. Kevin's hat collection almost rivals my shoe collection. He carries the burden of the world while juggling law school. He misplaced his chapstick at least 3 times a day. One of his nicknames for me is Grumpy Gills. He can talk to 15 people at the same time (through texts, instant messages, and emails). He drives like a maniac and can't pass up a crane game. He knows my Taco Bell order by heart. Kevin loves Phantom of the Opera. Headbands are a staple in his wardrobe. He makes funny faces in the mirror for at least five minutes after getting out of the shower. He folded all of my clothes inside out. He's super competitive. Kevin loved me so very much.
These words are not enough, though. I am just so happy that he burst into my life. I love you forever, Kevin.
-Mandy