the what ifs that bind me

Then again, what are you? Once so simple in my thoughts that if we could be great friends, that would be the world to me now seems like the workings of a childish mind; for, sure, you are an amazing friend and, yes, you do give me the companionship that lifts me up and grounds me all at the same time; but is that friendship or is that just you? So we walk forwards from this point and I wonder, just because I can, just because my mind entertains the possibility of something amazing and awesome, what it would be like if I stopped using what ifs.

So, if only you could read minds, which I actually think you might be able, what would you do? Do we stand here and wait, or move forward, or do you just stop me and go forward alone? It's hard to say what you'd do. Then again, that's probably one of the reasons you're so special. What would I do with a person whose mind I can read? How absolutely boring would that be?

So, I thread lightly, not wanting to break the metaphorical ice; but what if that's a stupid thing to do? What if I should just put it behind me because that's really all there is to it? What if I should just speak my mind? These what ifs that glue me to this spot... Frustration.