We were on the platform together at Acton Town but you left me to board the train. I’m lonely without you and want to be beside you again.

Jamaal, on the district line to Wimbledon – ask me about anything but Jesus. I was too shy then but I would love to see your smile again! Ask me out?

It was Tuesday evening on the Elizabeth line to Reading. You offered me a seat at Paddington but I didn’t take it. I was meant to be reading but I kept glancing at you. As the train pulled up at Ealing Broadway, I closed my book and you asked what I was reading. Before I knew it, I was stepping off the train and you were wishing me a good evening and I spent the whole walk home wishing I’d just asked for your number.

To the charming blonde lady reading the Widow Ponsardin book on the busy Jubilee line on August 29 at around 5.30pm. I showed you a picture of the Veuve Clicquot before getting off at Westminster. Would love to meet you and talk about bubbles.

We shared some looks outside Derby station on August 22. You went in after some time then I went in to catch my train. As I walked past you playing the piano, you called me over, gave me a hug, then we chatted for a while, shared another hug and you kissed me on the cheek. I regretted not having asked your name or number. I’m not even sure whether you were just being friendly to a stranger who needed a hug… The kiss and some of the chat has had me questioning what happened because these kind of things never happen to me. I just wish I could have at least asked if you were interested in getting a drink but nervousness and doubt in myself made me not take that leap in the moment… maybe you would like to see me again?

To the grey-haired girl wearing a grey jacket on the Metro towards Birmingham on the evening of August 8. You are honestly so attractive. We looked into each other’s eyes and smiled and I walked away at my stop. I now wish I’d run after you and said hello. I’ve never regretted anything so much.

You were the lovely woman of Armenian background going east on the Jubilee line on August 18. We chatted for a few stops. Continue the conversation some time?

You were tall and bearded with long hair. If it’s you, tell me the restaurant or something only knowable from being there. I was sat in a nearly empty restaurant near Belsize Park station with my friend at 9pm. You walked by, staring at me, and our eyes met just as you were about to leave my view. I wish I’d walked outside to find you.