We went to Philcoa next and stood in front of McDonald's. You wanted to go home, but I didn't want you to. It was Valentine's Day, I said, and we should spend the night together. But where, you asked. Everywhere would be full, you said, let us just go home. But I was adamant and I still did not want you to go.
So we went to this motel, and as expected it was full. There were almost no seats left in the lobby, and when I asked the receptionist, she said it might take three hours or more before we can get a room. And so we stayed there, in the lobby. I was watching MTV and you were sleeping. Sometimes you lean your head on my shoulder, and I... I stole a glance at those around us because we've never been really public about such things. But then it was Valentine's. So I didn't care.
Finally, our number was called, and we both had to rouse ourselves. We went up to our room, and then down on the bed. But how we made love, I can't remember anymore. I've lost count of the many ways I've had you in my arms.
And yes, it was a Valentine's Day, and it has been so many years ago. But how we spent ours, I still can remember. Of all the guys and the girls. Of all the lovers and the strangers. How we spent ours was what comes to mind when I look back. And I don't know, Baby. I really don't know why. Of all the lovers and the strangers, it is still you that I want. After all these years, Baby, it is still you that I want.
Maybe someday, Baby, I will find someone to heal me. Maybe someday, that someone will come around and erase you from my memory. But until then, I am sure, that when this day comes around again, it will still be you I will be thinking of. It will be you. It will still be you.
