When we first met, I was eight years old and you were six. I said I would marry you when I grow up! You don't want it!
The second time we met, I was twenty and you were eighteen, but you didn't remember me!
The first time I saw you, you were barely able to walk, and so was I. The first time, player's house wine, you were my bride. The first time I was hurt, you comforted me, and I secretly made up my mind that I must marry you!
Two equally good men, who would the heroine choose?