I... I don't know what to call this

I'm too afraid to ask you where we stand because what if I don't like the answer

What if it never advances past this

I keep telling myself not to go too fast

But am I just not moving at all?

It's like a mixed bag of snacks, we all like to pick out the good moments and leave the bad ones inside

I don't know what will happen when I grab you from the bag