Oh, what’s this? A gift, just for me?
Wait. Did you say anniversary?
Uh, yeah, a happy one to you too.
Guess it’s something I should have knew.

To tell the truth, there’s one small thing.
I don’t recall any wedding ring.
Was it me you married? You totally sure?
Can you give some details, like what you wore?

A dress, I see. Was it white, with a veil?
Were there many guests? Male and female?
Was it inside a church? Are we religious?
Did anyone object? Did things get litigious?

Well, damn, it still doesn’t ring a bell.
Perhaps I was just not feeling well.
What can I say? I must apologize.
All of this comes as a big surprise.

Hey, don’t cry. That wasn’t my intention.
Didn’t mean to hurt you with this pretention.
Just hear me out. Hear what I have to say.
I was engaged in a bit of role play.

Women always say they like fantasy.
I was acting like a husband with no memory.
Not a wonderful idea, in retrospect.
What was I thinking? Just what the heck?!

Oh, you were acting too? Not serious?
Those tears weren’t real? It was a fake fuss?
What a relief! ‘Cause I really wasn’t acting.
I truly can’t remember our marital pacting.