Two years ago, a ship started sailing the vast seas. It was called "Friendship". Aboard the ship were four people, namely: Amara, Aisha, Kriss, and me. Yes, I was aboard that ship. Our ship was simple. It was full of love and care. Not a bit of jealousy, insecurity or the need for fame.
We sailed the seas for almost a year without any hardships. We didn't have any real destination in mind and the waters were so calm that it was okay with us to stay on board.
The second year that we were on that ship, things started to get rough. The waters weren't as calm as they were. The skies were gnarly and in shades of gray. What did we do? We stuck together and we passed through that.
The thing is, there were lots of storms that passed that year. Still, we're alive and together. Until one day, an unexpected storm came. It was the most vicious one. A swirl of jealousy, insecurity, fame, and change filled the sky and sea. Those things had a strong impact on the ship and to us passengers. Especially to Amara and Kriss.
The ship sank. Broken into pieces. We all survived, but our "Friendship" didn't.
A year later, we were on our separate ways. We were on different ships. We changed. Amara was insecure. Kriss had this pinch of need for fame. Two things that ruined our ship. Aisha, though, was the same. That's why we still had a ship. Though, we only meet sometimes.
Sometimes, I still wish that our ship never sank. But, I guess it had to be.