Once upon a time there was a lost boy, rebel without a cause. He just wanted to play his guitar like ringing a bell and didn’t know why but he just couldnt be happy with the same things that made everyone else glad.

Until he met a little blond breath-taking girl. The first time he saw her, every love song, every chord played, every sad lonely moment and even his life made sense. He felted like it as the first time he really smiled. Like they were destined. Soul mates. There was no doubt about it, he just needed to love her, to marry her, to grow old with her.

And he did it. They did it.

And now everybody that hears this rainy-day-history smiles and thinks: “well… maybe love is real”.

It is.

And in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make.