a lonely friend.

dear beth.
can you please come home now? i miss you so much, it's ridiculous. and i have so much to tell you about. every day things happen where i think, i can't wait to tell beth about this! and then realize you're half way around the world. because all my stupid stories that i find hilarious, you're the only one that understands them. and the one who laughs with me about them. (:
and you know how we can look at each other and think the exact same thing? yeah it does not work like that with everyone else. i'll look up at someone and assume they're thinking what i am. they just get confused, because majority of the time, they're not. and every day, things have happened where i'll say something, or do something, and then i remember oh wait, only beth would understand....
and today, was terrible. all day i kept thinking, where's beth when i need her? because seriously only you would fully get it.  i can tell everyone else about it, but they don't really understand. they don't know. everything about me like you do. you figure things out without needing to be told, i hardly ever have to tell you if i like someone new, because chances are you already figured it out. you just know. and you don't have to ask questions, because you've already assumed all the answers. you let me complain to you and you don't even have to say anything, because just telling you makes it all better.
it's only been like a week, and it seriously feels like months.
so please will you come home...?
because your best friend needs you...
love, brit.