This is the story...

of three women.
Three women, who started off as children on their journey together. Thinking they knew life, the wind of its ways and the fortune to come. Naive of the surrounding turmoil to come. People passed in and out, quite frequently. But those three, they always remained.
Holidays and quiet spells, came and went, and those three remained there.
Relationships and love came and went, and those three remained together.
Quarrels and crisis, problems and victories arose and fell, but those three women stood strong.
Then as winter grew into spring, one traveled away, left the others behind and made her own way. Then as spring grew into summer the other two split as well. One on her way to where the arch stands tall, the other to where the ocean meets the sand. All leaving behind the love, the quarrels, the holidays, the problems of one small town and three big relationships. All needing something different, something unknown. They no longer feared the unknown, they understood it and welcomed it's dark. An adventure, you could say but a beginning to them.
The end is left open. None of them can see the future, and are not naive enough to pretend they know what it holds. They have learned from their past and grown for their present.
The only thing that all three hope is now, here and forever they can always be bonded together.
Friendship is a funny thing to waste.