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F. and I had a coffee this morning. It was the fourth time we saw each other during the last five months. Each time has been very removing, each time very diferently. I’ve felt weird, I’ve felt very happy, I’ve felt deeply sad.

This time after half an hour of small talks I said “Well, I wanted to tell you stuff”. He said “Oh, serious stuff ? I would like to do so too, but I don’t dare to”.

So I told him, watching my coffe, that I had never regreted to have left him, but that, on the other hand, I had never stopped missing our friendship, and our complicity. And that I really really wanted not to loose this, now that I was beginning to regain it.

He said thank you, he said he agreed, he said I still was very pretty, he said our story had been so terribly removing. Then we talked about the old time, letting each other know how much it still was in our minds.

Then he left, saying again that all I had said was great.

Wow.

I had been waiting for this for the last three years, and we got to do it !

what I could say that you didn’t hear yet.

I woke at 4.50 that night, waited in my bed for a few minutes untill the 5. informations came out on the radio, and that was exactly the moment when the result was confirmed… So I was there, awake !!

Well, just… thank you all !

Yesterday I took the train to Le Havre, which is two ours away from Paris. After one hour, we stopped in Rouen, some people got off the train and I took their seat. A bit later, a man passed by and told me my wallet had fallen under my seat. The wallet happened not to be mine, but probably the one of the two people who had gotten off the train in Rouen.

I hesitated a little bit, and decided I would be more efficient than the train company to find the two people back. I found the professional card of a banker in the wallet, which I called to ask him if he knew the woman whose name was on the visa card… He said he was going to call her.

15 minutes later, the woman called me back, she hadn’t even had time to realize she had lost her wallet… I told her I was taking the train back to Paris the same evening, and we could meet on the platform in Rouen… And that’s what we did, exchanging the full wallet against a few chocolates she had bought (I’m glad she did it, and very happy she didn’t have the bad idea to give me money or something). I got back in the train and we left. A few minutes later (time for her to check if the two visa cards and the few 20 € bills were still into the wallet, I guess) she sent me an sms to thank me again.

the feeling was so great…