Love = Enough?

There comes a time in life
when we have to realize
that it's time to be honest with ourselves
and stop living off of our lies.

If I told you I never loved you,
would you still love me the same?
Or would you instead run out of my life
as quickly as you came?

'Cause you came in nineteen months ago
and turned everything askew
but since then I haven't been able to stop
thinking about you.

Does that mean that I love you?
For so long I was so sure
but with these feelings and emotions welling up
I just don't know anymore.

I can still see our future together
but now there's a 50/50 chance
that you might go off without me
and start your own romance.

And without me, I know you'll be better off
but it doesn't stop it from aching.
At least you'd be free from this bad romance,
this mess that we've been making.

I think I still love you though
and I think you think so too;
the question is, after all this,
am I still loved by you?

I wish I could be the one,
someone who's good enough;
'cause I've tried and failed these last few months
and I know you've called my bluff.

I hope you find that girl though,
someone who deserves to be your Mrs,
who won't tear your heart out day by day
and have to force upon you kisses.

It doesn't matter if I'm alone
I think I'm better off that way.
I just hope that I can find the strength
to be happy for you anyway.

Because the truth is I'm not sure
what's going to happen between us;
if I still love you,
and you still love me,
would that be enough?