I wanna know what love is...

As Foreigner warrble unconvicinglly.
I hope you can tell me.
Because if it means anything like what Foreigner are talking about, I will happily give it a miss.
But I think I was in love once. Once. But long ago.
I remember it well.
I was lying in bed with this girl and everything was all right, and then she said, "I love you."
And, to my credit, I said, "That's nice."
But later, I did love her too.
But then she dumped me to go out with someone who lived closer to her house.
Twenty year olds are fickle that way.
I suppose the practicalities of love were coming into play there.
"Well, I really love him, but he lives two hundred miles away, so I will just dump him mercilessly, and go out with some guy that lives more locally. That seems like the practical solution."
And so she did.
And I got over it.
I suppose it was a reasonable enough thing to do.
But sometimes I wonder if she ever regretted it.
If it never worked out with that guy, and secretly she still yearns for me.
Probably not.