That One Question

Wow 8 months since I last posted.

I've got so many drafts on here but until today for some reason I couldn't bring myself to write anything.

Today I went out for lunch with a friend of mine and I don't know about you but I've always been one to almost plan conversations in my head. That's whether or not they actually happen, more often the latter.

This was a friend of mine I haven't seen or spoken to as much recently compared with a few months ago. A friend who I can tell anything to but I lied about the real reason why I was a bit on edge. Maybe I just didn't want to make anything awkward?

A friend who for ages I feel like I don't know anymore and the one simple question I forgot to ask; "how are you?", the one question in that planned conversation in my head. The one question that could've lead our whole conversation down a different path instead of the normal things we talk about.

Of course I still enjoyed spending time with my friend but for some reason I still spent the rest of the afternoon beating myself up over the fact that I didn't ask that simple question. That simple question I've waited to ask, that simple question I wanted an honest answer to.

That one question could've stopped an afternoon of beating myself up. That one question could've stopped some worrying I'd had about my friend.

'Til next time xxx