A Chance Meeting Essay

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A Chance Meeting

It was a warm summer day when his life turned upside down. He and some friends had been
enjoying some delicious pizza you could only find at privately owned Italian restaurants.
They took advantage of the luxurious warmth and sat on the front patio where they could
watch people pass by on the busy Bloor Street.

But soon the sunshine was cast aside, and as with most hot humid days the bright blue sky
was overtaken with black masses. They were just finishing the last slice when a crash from
the sky seemed to let loose an ocean of water.

“You look like drowned rats!” exclaimed the owner with much amusement as they tore inside.

“That’s some fucked up weather,” laughed one friend while examining his now see-through shirt.

But he was no longer paying attention. His eyes had been diverted to a young woman who had
just walked in. Her long brown hair, dripping wet and tousled, gave her a wild, untamed
look. Her almond-shaped green eyes were captivating, and could lure anyone in who dared
stare at them too long. Her heart shaped face didn’t have a single blemish. His heart
fluttered at a rate that must be unhealthy, and his breath was taken away by the amazing
creature that stood before him.

Yet at the same time his heart dropped and he felt sadness and regret wash over him as he
realised the hushed words and party gossip had been true. Her eyes had lost their
sharpness and were dull and blood-shot. Her hair had been slightly askew as she had ran
in, a tell tale sign that her hair was not real. Her cheeks no longer had their adorable
roundness and she looked as if she had lost at least 30 pounds. She walked with a slight

He never knew someone could change so much in two years. He never knew that after not
seeing someone for so long that feelings long buried and forgotten could come back to you
with such an over-whelming force his knees felt weak.

She smiled a crisp smile of recognition, which revealed small creases in her young face.
Creases that told the truth of a year of suffering, though the lips might tell other lies.

“Hey, how have you been?” he asked, praying she would tell the truth and not just answer with a simple “fine.”


“That’s really great to hear, what have you been up to?”

“A lot of stuff.” She averted his eyes when she talked to him, talking past him, as if the
wall behind him was a more interesting conversationalist.

“That’s cool.”

“And you?”

“Not really anything to tell you the truth. I’m still in school, still working at Ponderosa.”

She smiled at the wall. “That’s nice.”

He didn’t want to continue this agonizingly meaningless small talk. He wanted to hold her
and tell her it would be all right, that she could beat this disease that had consumed her
body until there was hardly anything left. He wanted to say call me when it hurts too
much, call me when you feel like giving up, just call me and it will be all right. But
that sort of talk wasn’t allowed during a chance-meeting encounter with an ex two years
after you’d last spoken. All that was allowed was small talk. Horrible, un-fulfilling
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