Simon and I started talking barely two weeks ago. Before that, I used to see him around. Sometimes I would wonder if he was a friend but I think not. He was just a familiar face among the sea of faces who buy porridge from me. That’s what I do for a living. I sell porridge to fend for myself and my fourteen-year-old son. I had been single for a while because of the way my last relationship ended. I told myself I wouldn’t get involved with anyone else until I was sure it was someone who would lend me … Continue reading We Just Started The Talking Stage But He Has Already Asked Me For A Loan