It's like something out of a song, a sad song.

Two of my students are in love. I see them every day during the morning break sitting together, hands touching, quietly enjoying each other's company. It's cute.

I mentioned it in the teacher's lounge the other day and heard the rest of the story. It seems that their families are not very social and did not keep track of each other's children. Even though they are the same age he is her uncle.

These kids aren't difficult students. They are quiet and respectful. They are not great academically but they get by.

I feel bad for them.