text: It was a rainy day in the middle of November. I had nothing to do, nowhere to be, so I went down to the local bar with a few friends. We all sat down and started drinking, when I spotted a girl across the bar. Her back was turned to me, but she had a certain draw, though I couldn’t figure out what it was. My friends noticed my interest and encouraged me to talk to her, so I walked over. I sat down next to her and asked if I could buy her next drink, and as she turned to me, I realized what the draw was. The girl, even from across the bar, reminded me of my first girlfriend, the one I could never forget about, the one I still missed. And as she turned to me, I was stunned. To understand the truly shocking nature of this occurrence, you should have a little background. I dated this girl for a year in high school. During our junior year, she found out she would be moving across the country, and I promised her that no matter where she went, I would always find ways to see her. When we broke up later that year, I knew I would break that promise. I tried to win her back, but to no avail, and when she moved across the country, we drifted apart. I went to college in a small town a few hours away from where we grew up, and she went to college across the country. I assumed she was lost to me forever. Yet, her she sat, in some bar near my college, and I had just offered to buy her a drink. I’m not sure how long I sat there, silent, before she spoke my name. “Hi,” I managed to whisper. I didn’t know how to act, or what to say. I wanted to believe that something had brought us back together, but I didn’t believe in fate. I didn’t know whether this was my opportunity for a second chance, or just an awkward situation that I needed to get away from. Before I had a chance to figure it out, she chose for me. “I’d love that drink. It’s been a long time.” She smiled, and I felt mildly relieved. She didn’t want me to leave, so I had one less thing to worry about. However, I still wasn’t sure whether to talk to her as an old friend or as something more. I decided to let the night decide for me, and sat down. Hours went by, and as we spoke, my feelings grew stronger. She was just as I incredible as I had remembered her. We discussed the direction our lives had gone in since high school, and I discovered that she had just accepted a job nearby. As the night went on, the bar continued to empty, and after we assured them that we were fine, both her friends and my friends left. As the bar finally shut down, I offered to walk her home. As we reached her porch, I asked if I could take her to dinner sometime. “I’d love that,” she said, and she added her number to my phone. As I walked away from her house, I wondered if fate existed.