a small romance in byte size pieces

I STW and find you;
PAS, he writes.
EM fan mail. What to do with a fan?
A TYVM would be good.
A blog address trails behind,
Click. Lush poetry masquerades as prose,
Washes over her.
Yes, TY and S2U. JMO but you are OTR yourself.

DIKU, she ponders;
AFAIK, yes, she decides.

IRL he sees and ignores her,
SO at his side.
No poetic apologies
But BAK he explains himself

Certainly, ADN they will come together;
Then disastrously, they are F2F,
AAS.
Out from behind the electronic pulses
B4 long, he pulsates, delicately. But
She feels the metre.
They are close. BTW, nothing.

But IRL he stays tidy, balanced, sane, safe
With his SO sure by his side
And J4G he will have the fun of her, the freedom of her
In the mix. He is FUBAR

In an IM JTLYK, she writes

No, not AOTA with fun and freedom too.
Not all of it together.
And her --
IDTS
NT
EOT.