who's gonna take the call, when you find out that the road is painted on the wall

even though these past few days have still been stressful, i feel much better. i'm running around, being productive, getting what needs to be done, done. and in the end, i'll feel relieved, i'm sure of it. but the end will never come.. sure, there will be breaks, some down time, vacations.. but you really never stop running around. life doesn't stop. there will always be bills to pay, laundry to wash, jobs to do. it's a bit depressing if you think about it, unless, however, you can imagine those bills, that laundry, in other words, life in general... with someone. a significant other. as independent as i have been forced to be (ie previous horrible non existent relationships), now i can't imagine my life without Bobby. knowing that i'll be able to tell him all the boring or exciting details at the end of my day, is such a comforting thought. i think that's all we really want. someone, anyone to care about us. to listen and actually hear what we have to say. to agree with our skepticism, to argue the other side for no reason, to laugh at our weird laugh, to hold us when we're having an awful day and to kiss us when there are no words left to say.