I’m an average woman.
I’ve done average, everyday things.
I’ve had an average life.
But I have not had an average love.
My love story is that of a miracle, if you ask me.
What happened to me doesn’t happen to everyone. Not everyone gets to start over. But I did.
He is gone now, long gone. He died in his sleep 4 years ago, at 83 years of age. I’m 87 now, a gray haired old woman with a few troublesome but adorable grandchildren.
My story doesn’t begin now, at the ending of my life. No, it starts somewhere toward the beginning.
When I was seventeen years old, in high school, and more in love than I had ever thought possible.
After you read my story, you will believe in love, in second chances, and most importantly, in miracles.
This I guarantee.
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That Should Be Me
Teen FictionKate was seventeen years old when she was hopelessly in love with Jason Sanders, her lifetime best friend. Through the tears, break ups, and teenage drama, Kate and Jason had always been best friends. But Jason has no idea that his best friend has b...
