You called yourself Somi

We met on IRC in 1997, soon after Diana had left us. We chatted every night. You were hours ahead and I would often stay up late in the night and into the morning to talk to you. I'd struggle to stay awake at work some days. We used Netmeeting - you were thousands of miles away but I could hear your voice. Sometime we'd lose the connection. We only had dial-up modems back then. You told me you were coming to visit in 1998, July. You wanted to meet me, you told me you loved me. We met at Victoria Station, under the clock. You threw your arms around me and we hugged. We walked to the pub across the road from the station. It was the World Cup and the pub was full of people watching it on the TV. We sat looking at each other longingly. I was shaking.
We went outside and walked for a little. We held each other for hours and it became dark. We were in our time and our place. You had to go and so did I. But we would see each other again, soon. You called a cab. We waved goodbye and I headed back to the station. I boarded my train and went home - not a long journey, just 20 minutes.
We met again and again. I showed you my home town and where I worked. You met my father in his shop. It rained and we both got wet. We were happy. I drove us to the country and we went to Heathfield, home of Winnie The Pooh. We spent a barmy afternoon there. In a field of long grass, we held each other. Some walkers came by and they tutted as they passed. We laughed. We became close and we talked about the future - 10 years from then, talking on the phone until you fell asleep. Then I'd listen to you sleeping.
But then you went. You knew it couldn't be. We let go. You floated away.
I sat at my desk in my office. It's July 2008. I start looking for you on the Internet. I know your father has a firm a long was away. I send an e-mail. I get a reply and he tells me I have been in touch. I feel great but a bit scared. I keep looking and I find you at a firm in London. I email you. I don't know if you will remember. You mail back. You do remember. But you have changed. And so have I. I'll never forget you. I'm still there in 1998 and so are you. Maybe I'll see you again, someday... I'll always miss you, Somi.