Ahh....Eydn.
Our story is kindof funny actually, since we're really the best of friends.
We met when I was 3 and she was 4 (she's almost exactly year older than me but not quite), and we didn't like each other at all!
We have gone to school together since Kindergarten, and knew each other even before that. All throughout elementary school and up through high school, we were and still are each other's best friend.
You know when you're best friends with someone..It's like even if you two haven't talked in days, when you get to converse again it's like there was no time in between. That's kindof how she and I are now since we live clear across the country from each other.
I can honestly say that, I am not sure if I would be here today if it weren't for her. I had some really, really hard times throughout my life and childhood so far, and she as been there every single time for me, to help me get through it all. I cannot express how thankful I am for this person to be in my life, and at that be such a huge part of my life.
Not only has she been there for the bad stuff, but we have shared SO many countless memories together, and experienced new things together. I think we were together for our first party, first real depression (for both of us), first heartbreaks. I remember the first person that I thought I was in loved with - one of my friends told me to get over him, and was really blunt (which it sounds bad, but I couldn't thank her more) and this friend opened up my eyes, because deep inside, all I was doing was trying to convince myself it was going my way. Anyway, when I realized that him and I were done, and I had finally come to that realization and didn't back down, I think I might've cried for almost the entire day. It may sound kindof dumb or like I'm trying make people feel sorry for myself, but really it took a huge toll on me. It was someone I basically wasted almost three years trying to make things work with, and was okay with being his 2nd choice. Am I the only one that's been through this? It was like, he only talked to me or anything when he wanted to. And at the time, or all throughout freshman-junior year, I was okay with that. I felt like, "any time is better than none at all." Wow, was I wrong.
Again back to the story and not going on a tangent again, all those hours I cried... Eydn came over. I think it was a Saturday, and she could've done anything in the world but come over to my house. It was 6 or 7 at night when she finally arrived, and we took a fleece blanket from my room and went out to my car. We put the top down, and played music in the car, looking up at the stars. It would've been totally romantic if it were with a sig. other, hahaha. Back to story... we just stayed out there for hours- probably until midnight. I was crying, basically detoxing, and she cried. Next thing we knew, we both woke up and it was almost midnight, and she had to get home.
That's always one of those memories I'll hold close in my heart because that was such a turning point in my life, and she was there to ...witness it, I guess.
So, I dedicated my photo challenge day 2 photo to my bestest friend, Eydn. The person who has seen me at my worst, best, been there for the worst and best.... my best friend. <3
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