“If I pay you will you be my friend for a week” is what I said to the guy walking on the street. Only a week I asked, a week to make me feel important. A week of friendship I knew would end, but still I’d love to have the company. I’d love to have the attention, no I wouldn’t get too attached is what I’d tell myself. My heart aches of loneliness and I’d pay this man to be my friend for a week. Seven days of company I’ve been longing since my love left. Since my bestfriend left, since I’ve lost everyone, he would be the one. ..but just for a week.