heaven

Show me how you do that trick
The one that makes me scream she said
The one that makes me laugh she said
And threw her arms around my neck
Show me how you do it
And I promise you I promise that
I’ll run away with you
I’ll run away with you
Spinning on that dizzy edge
I kissed her face and kissed her head
And dreamed of all the different ways I had
To make her glow
Why are you so far away? she said
Why won’t you ever know that I’m in love with you
That I’m in love with you
-- The Cure ("Just Like Heaven")

How fitting of a word for me to stumble upon tonight.

I thought I met the man of my dreams. Joshua. Smart, sexy, funny, tattoo artist, Jewish, Canadian, romantic ... everything I've been looking for. I was talking to him, as usual, tonight online, and was listening to The Cure. He said he liked The Cure as well, and he said that when he hears "Just Like Heaven," he thinks of me. I thought it was sweet of him, and was looking forward to my upcoming trip to Toronto.

Later in the conversation, he suddenly tells me of a "minor complication": In a couple months, when his tattoo books are finished, he's off to the Ukraine to get them printed and get a distribution deal, then he's going to Portugal to the beaches, and from there, he's going back home to Israel to live. Oh, and he's also in the IDF reserves.

I logged into blogger and saw that the word was "heaven," and right then "Just Like Heaven" started playing in my mp3 player. I looked up the lyrics to post, read them, and tears began to flow.

It's no wonder the Heebs don't go to heaven. There is no heaven for us.

(Oy, this was NOT what I intended to write originally.)