Finally Coming to Terms / Amanda Taylor-Smith (friend)
I have come to this site so often to post, but either I would again become angry or so depressed I could not finish. But I think I'm finally ready.
Kristen,
I am so sorry for letting you go and not saying I was sorry. Since we were three our mom's came up w/ the idea of taking turns apologizing, this time it was my turn but I was so selfish. The only reason I did not make you maid of honor was to spite you for making me the last bridesmaid at your wedding. I felt jilted because we had been friends practically our whole lives. We were there for each other through everything: my daddy dying, your getting diabetes, every broken heart, and new love. I got your bridesmaid dress anyway, I felt if you would just come back and apologize for running off and not letting us know that I would make you maid of honor. I needed you those months leading up to the wedding. I was too proud to let you know though. I had heard that you were back in town the weekend of the wedding. I just knew that when I walked down that aisle your face would be the first I'd see, beaming at me with those sparkling eyes and big dimples b/c you'd know you had shown me and scared me. But you weren't there. I was so heartbroken. I was there for you. Even when your divorce came around you called me at Tech to come meet you b/c as always you felt if I approved then the world would not judge you. I needed you and you weren't there and it hurt more than anything. I carried that pain for a year and when I found out I was pregnant I just wanted to leave you out of it. I didn't want you to know so you would know pain of missing out. The week before you died I had just told mom my heart was softening and I missed you. She told me to not let anger and foolishness stand in the way of our friendship. And then you left us all. At first I thought it was you being selfish. I wanted to know how could you go with out letting me apologize and let you know how much I truly did love you. And now I can't. I have tried everything for three years to comfort myself and try anything to let you know I'm sorry. When I talk to our old friends, trying to get this off my chest, they can't understand my pain. Only you would. So much has happened in my life, I wish you were here. I wish you could see loralie. She was born on the 11th of October that year. Your birthday was on Monday, her's on Weds, and mine on Sat. I felt like that was a sign she would be a perfect mix of both our personalities. People said when I suffered so much after your death that I would mark her. And I pray I did. I want her to have your courage and confidence. Not be as self-aware and I was and worry about what other people think. I want her to follow her heart and not her mind like you. I don't know how I can let her know how much you meant to me. I want her to go to PreK and meet a little girl at the front door and them immediatly become friends for life. I never want her to feel what I feel now. I wish you could read this. I wish you could know how I feel. I wish you could know how I need you.
Amanda
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