God, I loved that book! What an amazing love story between a man and woman.

 

Both didn’t know about each other - only their words made both able to get closer to each other - and finally: Falling in love with.

 

Gosh, I loved the funny parts how both enfolded her humor more and more in any little message. 

 

I love the teasing part of the man who truly seemed to want to get to know the woman.

 

There was just a huge problem within right in the beginning: The woman was in a long term relationship with another man.

 

Not very easy right from the beginning. 

 

But well, both seemed to make it through and finally wanted to meet once.

 

And then: The book was OVER!

 

Can you believe that? You sit there and your heart is craving for the most happy HAPPY ending you’ve ever read - and then: NOthing. 

 

Come on universe. How can you be sooo much cruel to me to let the end be OPEN?

 

There must be a HAPPY ending. 

 

So, I did a little research.

 

YES! There was second part of the romantic love story book.

 

Gosh, finally. I got what I wanted: A WONDERful HAPPYending.

 

Okay, I admit: Reading took way to long. Ordered the cds. Yes, now you probably know how old I am ;-)

 

Imagine me not only old. More REALLY romantic. 

 

So, imagine me: Lying on the coach. Soaking up the whole story in one row - like a junkie. Craving for love. Yes. I admit, once again, I was really truly in love with rosing in love …

 

And then …

 

I made a wish …

 

I truly wanted to explore such a great and funny story on my own.

 

Wised. Delivered.

 

A couple of weeks later I received a friends request on Facebook. 

 

Yes, by a man - and yes I was this time in a longterm relationship.

 

Gosh. I loved his fuckin’ humour. He was hilarious. So fuckin’ hilarious. 

 

We texted like hell every day and I guess we shared so many similarities which made it so much easier to had a great time online.

 

Oh my god was he good with words - and the best part: He was a musician and played guitar. 

 

GUITAR!!!

 

I can tell you: I am getting fuckin’ weak and melt when I see a man holding a guitar. Just that. OMG. 

 

I figured out later on why: It was Elvis. I will never forget that moment when I saw him carrying his guitar on his back. Phew. 

 

Call me crazy but I do love musicians. Men who just play a guitar and sing - hopefully with me one time - like that man.

 

And he did.

 

Oops. What a time jump forward.

 

Reward. Once again.

 

Did I tell you that my dad and his dad had great singing voices and that my grandpa, mom’s dad, where a musician? He played the violin and wrote his very own compositions. He travelled and had gigs on ship cruises. 

 

Never met him. But, I guess, it is inside of me, as well. 

 

And that online man was so fuckin’ creative too: Asked to play multiple choice to get to know each other in a better way. Gosh. He got me right away.

 

It was absolutely magical, because during I was thinking about the questions he already had texted me the same. Boom.

 

It seemed like we had everything in common. We loved dogs, above all huskies and golden retriever. We liked the same music and my absolute favourite song was his first song on the e-guitar: Sweet Child O’mine from Guns’n Roses

 

I remember very clearly: I was 14 years old, standing in front of my first boyfriend, leaning on a pool table behind me, heard the intro of the song through the speakers and was stoked right away. I “What’s the title of that fucking awesome song?”. He “Sweet Child O’Mine from Guns’n Roses”. 

 

Who had already knew that Mr. Bunny I would perform that song on our wedding party.

 

You would probably guessing I am not talking about my first boyfriend. No. I mean, yes - I am talking about that mystic man, who popped into my life lately and would asked me exactly the right questions …

 

Let’s go back to them. 

 

He wanted to know, if I am playing an instrument and tried to tease me a little bit.

 

Well, yes, as a kid I was able to play flute and then guitar. I totally wanted to play guitar, but my parents didn’t let me. They thought first I have to learn flute. I hated it. 

 

Yeah, you can guess then when my mum allowed me the guitar I was more like wanting to play cool songs - but my guitar teacher pressed me into some classical songs. Hated it, as well.

 

And you know what? This thing, that I want something very clearly and therefor I have to do something I don’t like - before - is kind of my life topic.

 

Well, guess what? Same with my very first proposal which I did not get, because I lost our bet.

 

What the hell? You bet about a proposal?

 

Yep. And Mr. Bunny won the bet and therefore the proposal - which I had to organise. 

 

Don’t ask about the content. It was about a race: Who is faster. I tell you later on.

 

Everything got started with one little question on my side: Do we know each other? Those questions can be dangerous, I can tell you. 

 

A tiny little decision that put my world upside down. 

 

Looking back I should asked myself that question …

 

He probably brought the best out of me, even if life gave us only limited period of time to grow together …

 

Oh, you are probably wondering why I call him the bunny-man. He was born on easter Sunday. 

 

We met on the 24th of February 2010.

 

He always said: “That’s good to remember, because Christmas Eve is on the 24th.” In Germany we celebrate the 24th of December and I have a very special connection to Christmas. I don’t know why. I loved it as a kid.

 

Christmas. The day Jesus was born.

 

And the day, Jesus resurrected, was the day where my ex-husband was born.