The part of my grave where I tell everyone how I feel because it's the only time I won't regret hitting publish

Up until now I haven't regretted a thing about this. But now I'm not sure of anything any more.
It's so easy for me to resign myself to one thing or the other, but when it comes to possibilities I just don't know what to do. A thousand what ifs spinning around in my head, and the thought that you have to choose one and if you don't choose the right one, you won't get what you want. It's slowly driving me mad. I'm trying not to let the what ifs govern my life. I'm trying to just do what I want without fearing the consequences, but I'm afraid.
I'm afraid I might lose you.
But how can you lose something you never had?
And if I don't say something I'll probably lose anyway.
So what do I have to lose?
Everything, if I don't say something.