the story of Amanda & Philip Medlin
It was a hot day in August of ’92. In the sixth grade classroom up the stairs and to the left, a red-cheeked boy sat behind a frizzy-haired girl. They each wore glasses far too large for their face. He sneezed six times and she rolled her eyes.
Little did these two sixth graders know…
When you hear a love story it is the description of something that happened, not a prescription of how to make that very same thing happen in your own life.
(Natasha Metzler in “How to Read Love Stories“)