Both Sides of the Love Coin, Part Two: My Favorite Unforgettable Thing

The first time That I saw you, Sitting on the Hill As if you were a King Watching over your subjects I knew then that I was going To marry you one day Even though I was only eight. The years rolled by— As if they were a slow moving river. When we stopped playing Our childish games, A part of me died, Knowing that I couldn't keep looking At you as my personal King. Also, we were putting away My Unforgettable Things More years rolled by— And it became clear If I wanted To be In a Relationship With you, I would have To take on More Responsibilities That I wanted— Or could handle. So, I just walked away From my favorite Unforgettable Thing. And more years rolled by— It took everything I had To say yes To my husband When he asked me To marry him. All I wanted To do Was— To run— Back to you And to beg For your Forgiveness, But I didn't Want to admit To both of us That I was wrong And weak. The only thing That I could Was— To walk By your house To show you That I was Still thinking Of you. It broke my heart When I had To hold my husband's hand. I felt your Anger Growing each time That I walked by— And I couldn't blame you. When I finally got My courage back To tell you That I love you. But I let too many years to go by— And I wished That I found my courage earlier. Because I might have had The chance To get My favorite Unforgettable Thing back. But I am too late.