I still remember our first conversation;

 "Hlwwww, cub balo lagse tomaka," you said.

 "Heyloww, tnx!" I replied, turning completely red.

 Your name was LoNeLy BoY, 

And I was AngEl ToY, 

And from the first day, 

I knew we were made to be each other's joy.

"Kamon aso bbygurl?" you knocked me on day two. 

You suggested I listen to some Momtaj, 

You were too good to be true.

You told me you were 16 – just two years older to me,

And I started picturing how big our wedding will be –

There will be balloons and photographs,

And people and kachchi,

And I will be done with my exams – the one they call SSC.

We spent days and nights talking on phone,

"HE iz ma LyF," I told everyone.

Likes came in on our posts like crazy,

"Congr8s vya," they said, 

"LUV Ma Pwincess," you replied.

Everything was going well but then we had a fight;

I told you to change your name to AngEl BoY

And you wanted my name to be LoNeLy ToY

I couldn't see anymore the future of us,

Listened all day to Momtaj's Local Bus.

You raised your fists and I jumped off a bed,

"I m miss bby sm rn irl," you wrote; 

I can't even tell you how many tears I shed.

7 days passed and you knocked me,

"AngEl BoY" – you had changed your name finally.

I was happy, so were you, we video chatted too,

"Marriage shall happen," I declared,

"Ya lol," when you said, I knew happiness was true.