Part 1: Ziggy Dew Equals Love

Some people believe in fate and others do not, but from personal experience, I believe it exists. The love of my life came into my life because of fate, or as some call it—destiny. We grew up in the same areas, but never crossed paths. Knew some of the same people, but we still never crossed paths. With that said, we are 11 years apart in age, but love is not defined by age. It took me 25 years to find him and him 37 years to find me, but we didn’t develop a deep meaningful relationship until I was 29 and he was 40. That’s only because we were with other partners. Through our current partners at the time is how we met each other.

My past partner and I were invited to a cookout, which was currently my past partner’s good friend. As soon as I locked eyes and smiled at her partner, who is now the love of my life, I knew instantly that we just were meant to be together. However, it took 3 years from the time we met to actually finally get the chance to be together, but during those 3 years, we had a lot of unforgettable conversations. I will never forget the first conversation we had online through Yahoo messenger. He said, “Hi QT!” just like that. It was stinking adorable. And every day after that we talked until we reached a point where we eventually stopped talking just because we had to set boundaries simply because we were with other people at the time and it just wasn’t right or fair to them.

I will say the time period in which we stopped talking was some of the hardest moments of my life and loneliest. In my heart, mind, and soul I knew I was meant to be with him and him only. I knew at the time I was with someone else and he was too, but in that current relationship, I was miserable and yet felt I owed my current partner at the time my life for saving mine when I needed it most during a falling-out I had with my own family.

But here's where it gets sweet, in those hardest loneliest moments without my best friend, a little bunny came into my life who I named Ziggy Dew. I named him that because in life you go down all kinds of roads that zig and zag with good times and bad times, but at the end of the day you have to be able to find the little moments that make you smile and for me, Ziggy was my smile. The crazy thing is before I got Ziggy at the pet shop, the love of my life was in that pet shop the day before feeding him his first carrot. The day after that is when I brought him home. I remember that day because I posted a picture of Ziggy as my profile picture and that same day my love sent me a message saying, “Hey where did you get that bunny?” I told him the pet shop down the road from where I lived! He responded with, “I was just there feeding him a carrot.” We didn't talk too much after that, but I was happy we talked. It was good just to hear from him, but I also knew fate was up to something.

I mean how strange, yet cool is it that he was in there the day before I got Ziggy, hanging out with that silly bunny man. Pretty darn strange, if you ask me. I mean I guess fate has always been up to something because my great grandma when I was a teenager would say crazy predictions and I use to think wow she was batty as hell, but it turns out she's been pretty darn accurate.

I have 4 sisters. I'm the oldest out of us 4 girls. My great-grandmother told me I would know my love when I saw it. She told my other sister she would be rich because of her pinkies being crooked and, sure enough, she is better off than the rest of us. My other sister she said would be motherly and now she has 4 kids, and my youngest sister would be the gypsy of us all and keep bouncing around. Now my youngest sister does seem to always have to move places. So, with that said maybe she wasn’t so crazy after all and she truly had a gift for knowing the future and believing in fate.

All I know is fate was unfolding before my eyes and Ziggy Dew was that sign for me that I was in the midst of fate unfolding. During those years when I wasn’t talking to my future darling man, my man was a little fuzzy man that sure did bring me the smiles and happiness I needed to get me through those dark times. That darn fuzzy bunny, when I first brought him home, lived in a big box because I didn't have a cage for him yet. You're probably all wondering how I brought him home now.

Well, I brought him home in a cat carrier. He probably thought I was nuts for doing that, but that rabbit acted like a cat anyways. The first room he got to see when I brought him home was that bathroom and when I took him out of that cat carrier the first place he got to sit was the throne. Oh yes, and I mean the kind with the flusher. And you will find this part funny, my future-love, the one who fed him the carrot the day before I brought him home, is a plumber, so once again fate was happening and had a sense of humor. But we will continue on with this story in a short bit. Goodnight my lovelies and thank you for reading "Part 1: Ziggy Dew Equals Love."