Moving on

To ensure I tell the story correctly, I need to take you back to the beginning so if you don’t like exposition, I suggest you read something else. When he was a kid, Jonathan was friends with this girl and it seemed like a perfect match. He liked her, she seemed to like him, they were in the same Hebrew school class and, what’s more, his family was…well, maybe their two families weren’t the best of friends but they got along just swimmingly.

Somewhere along the way, however, things seemed to deviate or go astray. She went to the local magnet school while he took the charter route and eventually after college, she moved away to the big apple to pursue her dreams. But he never forgot about her and that special connection they once shared, discussing their hopes and dreams in the parking lot of the local ice rink after a long and thorough skate session.

So, naturally, when he one day caught wind of the fact that she had returned to their hometown, he thought ‘this is it. It’s clearly a sign from the universe that we’re meant to be.’ Next thing he knew, he was making a beeline for her place ready to make his grand gesture and that’s when it happened. As he approached her place, he noticed something was off.

In lieu of sitting in her tower combing her (akin to a field of wheat) golden hair (like he imagined), she was with someone of the same gender. It took a few minutes for him to comprehend what was transpiring in front of his own eyes but, when he finally did, it hit him like a sack of bricks. It’s not meant to be. So, naturally, he walked it back (figuratively and literally).

It took a while to come to terms with but, eventually, he realized that this was the closure he was looking for. Even if it didn’t pan out the way he expected, it was at least gratifying to know that he got some sort of resolution to a storyline that had long since plagued him.

After a fortnight of tossing and turning, he finally was able to process it and that’s when he realized: she was his Lana. And now the time had come for him to find his Lois. Because that’s the only way it can work. Much like a shark, your only choices are move forward or die. And the sooner you realize that, the better off you’ll be.

I know it’s a little late but happy pride month, everyone.