Tueday December 8th - Jubilee Line - around 9:30 pm
You were reading The Gift by M. Mauss and you looked at me when I entered in the coach. I was wearing a grey sweat and I had green shoes. We looked at each other for a long time between Bond Street and Baker Street. You stopped at this station, looking at me, I followed you, and felt stupid. We passed by one another. Nothing. I lost you and then I took the jubilee line again, desapointed and upset. I keep thinking of you since I'm back to Paris.
