Stay Deep

A friend of mine was telling me story. It was about this girl he met long ago.
He was at college at the time and she was a visiting student. She came from America.
They met and they clicked; you know, they connected. They spent long hours talking about ideas and literature and life.
But they didn't get involved. She was going back home in a short while.
Before she left, she gave him a book. Inside she wrote Stay deep.
He kept the book. He graduated, got a job, got married, had children. The book stayed on his shelf.
Then it all went pear shaped and got ugly. He had to move out, start over, start again.
As he packed the book, he looked inside. The page had been ripped out. Go figure, he said.
I thought about it. Something he thought deep was superficial, and the superficial had been threatened by the deep. The page may have gone but the message stayed with him, stayed deep inside.
I told him it was a crap story.