This is what was inside the card I gave to my stranger Valentine yesterday. I was standing just inside the door of my Jubilee line train, he was waiting on the platform at Waterloo to board. I reached across, said excuse me, and handed him the card just before the doors closed. He was rather flustered and quickly stuffed the envelope into his pocket – which I guess is to be expected of a conservative looking type brandishing a long umbrella and a copy of the FT. I hope he took it out of his pocket and read it in a quiet moment, and that it made him smile. I even hope he was brave enough to pass it on!