What Happens Now?

It might be hard to be lovers
But it's harder to be friends
Baby, pull down the covers
It's time you let me in
Maybe light a couple candles
And I'll just go ahead
And lock the door
If you'll just talk to me, baby
'Till we ain't strangers anymore

Lay your hand on my pillow
I'll sit beside you on the bed
Don't you think it's time we said
Some things we haven't said
It ain't too late to get back to that place
Back to where we thought it was before
Why don't you look at me, yeah
'Till we ain't strangers anymore

Sometimes it's hard to love me
Sometimes it's hard to love you too
I know it's hard believing
That love can pull us through
It would be so easy
To live your life
With one foot out the door
Just hold me, baby
'Till we ain't strangers anymore

It's hard to find forgiveness
When we just turn out the lights
It's hard to say you're sorry
When you can't tell wrong from right
It would be so easy
To spend your whole damn life
Just keepin score...

So let's get down to it, baby
There ain't no need to lie

Tell me who you think you see
When you look into my eyes

Let's put our two hearts back together
And leave the broken pieces on the floor
Make love with me, baby
'Till we ain't strangers anymore

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I love this song. It always struck me as a goodbye; an ending of sorts.

Now I'm not sure where I stand anymore. What do you do when you're not happy with where you are, but changing would make things worse? Well, I suppose what I really want to ask is, what do you do when who you're with doesn't make you happy, but leaving them will not only break their heart, but yours as well?

I'm not sure if we're friends, lovers, or strangers anymore...

It's not about the fight we just had, or the growing number of yelling matches from the past few weeks.
It's not about how much I work, what you tell your friends, or how our families dislike each other.
When it comes down to it, I'm not sure what it's about anymore.

What it comes down to, is that I think I love you.
I've been fighting with you, with my friends, with myself. I haven't wanted to think it, to say it, because it makes it reality. But regardless of what I do to avoid it, it's there. So I surrender. I know at this very moment, you're driving faster than you should be, racing along the lakeshore, fuming. At this moment, I'm much too proud to call you and ask you to come home. At this moment, I'm much too frightened to tell you what's been running through my mind. So I'll share it here first, because I'm much too much of a coward to say it to your face.

I love you, but I'm not in love with you.

There it is. Take from it what you will.
What happens now?