A train of miscommunications that will undoubtedly end badly...

Once,
I stalked two lovers across the world to see if it was real.
I thought it might've been the closest case I'd ever found!
Going places, or so it seemed...

They became stuck crossing the Pacific.
He carried a crutch of self pity and couldnt swim.
And that silly girl had been blinded by her jealous fits.
(The clawing at the eyes for dear life! How safe it'd be to stay the path of ignorance!)

I watched him go under.
As she swam on alone, straight ahead and fast, I cried out
how are you such a selfish girl!

He is an idea! A doll that would waste the chance to live! She shouted back in self-defense as she left her love sinking in the water. And I looked at him as well and wondered how a man with a crutch would be fool enough to swim the Pacific.

Was it for love?
Or something even more trivial? Something even more unbelievable?

I sat down to coffee with the girl ten years later.
Well, she was serving me coffee.
She had lost the smooth skin and white teeth.
A woman who now understood the value of a dollar. And the value of youth.

I asked her if she had ever loved him.
With honest eyes, she told me quietly that she had loved him because he used to hold her hand and show her where to walk. He loved her because when he had his arm around her he could walk without his crutch.

So why did she leave him to drown?

She was a jealous girl and he'd never leave that crutch behind. She could see and he could swim.