OBMUD.

I wanted to wait for you for at least a year.
But you wanted to make it three.
One year, twelve months, fifty-six weeks.
May seem short,
But a millenium to me.

Previously wanting you,
But those were the times I shoud'nt have waste.
So I guess I have to say good-bye;
To the past times we had fun sms-ing.
But in the end,
I have to add,
That you will always be my friend;
-- always