By the time fall semester started, no one was asking anymore if we were cousins. Each day we spent as much time together as possible. After classes were done we'd walk partway home together. Sometimes we'd walk together to one of our apartments, but other days we would part at the corner of 600 East and 700 North, giving a brief but affectionate hug and kiss before temporarily parting to eat our own dinners. (When we found out that our farewells had an audience in the house at that corner, Kevin and I were sure to give a hearty handshake the next time, marching opposite directions as the girls in the house laughed and cheered.) It was new and wonderful to be in love, but I still had some nagging doubts. Was Kevin getting tired of me? I asked him about it and he looked at me as if I was crazy. I had dragged him on a family outing that got us on the mountain next to Mount Timpanogos. I had him come along with me as the lone guy to a girls' outing at Olive Garden. He listened