Misty.

There are friends with whom you're both trying to stay in touch but sometimes it just seems like that no matter what you two do, all that happens between you two is the ever gaping hole that drifts you further apart. 

Like sailing on a wooden raft in the middle of the sea; you're both on a different raft with a very thin string connecting the two. The ocean with her rage, snaps the string easily and the two just couldn't keep that tiny common ground that was what once brought you two together.

and then, there's only the misty seas and you, in total solitude.