A few years ago, a stranger sent me a beautiful text on Valentine’s day. I was genuinely perplexed as to who might have written this to me, so perplexed in fact, that I presumed he (possibly it was a she) had sent the message to the wrong number. My response to the beautiful words was thus:
“is this 4 me? I’m married with 4 kids, black lab, cat and goldfish, live and work in leafy South London. Happy Valentine’s Day nonetheless.”
I never heard from the stranger again.