If you haven't had your daily dose of "aww," here's a story about a man and woman whose moms shared a room in the maternity ward and gave birth on the same day.
The families stayed in touch and now the kids are getting married.
Repeat after me: "Aww."
I went through a period in life when I scoured the Internet for these types of stories all day.
I lived for love stories that involved strange twists of fate and lapses in time followed by blissful reunions.
Things have changed. When I read the aforementioned anecdote, I simply cringed and agreed with a reader's comment posted online: "Ok, let's start the divorce pool. I've got 5 years."
When it comes to sappy love stories, where do your tolerance levels stand?