Even if I had wanted to follow him I had no opportunity. I was almost suffocated by the rush of people into the carriage, and I found myself being forced further inside. I crane my neck to search for him through the window, but he's nowhere to be seen.
I'm not sure what to think. Who was he? Why did he kiss me? I had been so alone for such a long time, that I didn't know what to do.
My mind races for the rest of the journey, but once I step off the train six stops later, I have come to the realisation that he was gone, and I would never see him again.
All daylight has gone by the time I get home. I almost fall through the door in exhaustion and throw my bag and keys down. As I kicked my heels off I feel for the light switch and turn it on. The bulb blows.
I feel my throat thicken up and have a sudden urge to curl up in a ball and cry. No, I think to myself, tears won't solve anything.
I stumble across the room in the darkness in search of the kitchen. There should be a spare light bulb in one of the cupboards. After twenty minutes of feeling my way around the entire flat I come to the crushing conclusion that I had no spares.
So I grab a half finished bottle of wine and a glass, and sit alone in the silent darkness. All night.