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it came to jewelry, and I was actually glad that he’d invited me along, for Morgan’s sake.  They’d picked out her engagement ring together, and after seeing his taste, I understood why.  I was able to offer a few suggestions on what I thought Morgan would like, and in the end he selected a beautiful pearl necklace for her .   We left the jewelry store with Josh excited about his gift and me more than ready to finally head home.
    Josh thanked me for helping him and dropped me off at my apartment building late Saturday afternoon .  He offered to carry my suitcase in, but I told him it wasn’t necessary.  As I finally rolled my suitcase into my bedroom and tossed my other belongings down on the bed , I realized that I’d never turned my phone back on after my flight.  I’d been busy with Morgan and the other bridesmaids for most of the afternoon and then was so busy shopping with Josh that I had completely forgotten about it.  As I powered it back on, it immediately beeped with a new message.
    Hope you had a safe flight.  Miss you already.  Ryan
    A warm feeling surged through me, and I smiled.  We’d said we’d keep in touch and see what happened, but I didn’t e xpect to hear from him so soon.  Didn’t guys have a three -day rule or something before calling or texting the girl they’d gone out with ?  And really, technically, we hadn’t even gone out on a date together, just had a one-night-stand —something I never, ever did.  Maybe I was far enough away that it felt safe for him to contact me .  It’s not like I could expect him to ask me out to dinner on Friday night .  Plus he was still back in San Francisco, enjoying his vacation.  Once he returned to work and resumed his normal life, I was certain that I’d be out of sight, out of mind.   I was still pleased to hear from him though, and I quickly typed a message back.
    Miss you, too.  XOXO Sarah
    I tossed my phone onto my nightstand and set about unpacking my clothes.  Since I traveled so often, I refilled everything in my toiletries bag so that it would be ready to go for my next trip .  I was always prepared , and it saved me the trouble from having to remember e ach time what I needed to bring.  I actually would need an overnight bag next weekend since I’d be staying at the hotel where Morgan and Josh were getting married.  The rehearsal dinner was Friday night at a swanky restaurant in Chicago, but the wedding and reception were being held at a n upscale hotel. Morgan wanted all of the girls to get ready together in her bridal suite , and I’d booked my own room for that night since it would be easier just to stay there after the reception ended .
    I pulled my dress from my suitcase and was surprised when a piece of paper fluttered to the ground.  It was folded neatly in thirds, and as I opened it up, I saw that the letterhead was from the hotel in San Francisco.  Ryan’s scribbled handwriting filled the page, and my mouth dropped open in surprise as I beg a n to read his letter.
    Sarah,
    I hope that I didn’t come on too strong last night.  I was trying to play it cool at the bar, casually drinking my beer, but of course I noticed you even before I sat down and hoped that you would talk to me.  I know you asked me several times what I was doing in San Francisco, and I was always a little bit vague.  The truth is, the reason I’d always planned to return was because of my fiancé e .  She was from the east coast and had never been out to California.  When we got engaged, it was her dream for us to come here together one day .  I hope you’re still reading this and not angry with me for neglecting to tell you the full story.  She died last year from injuries she sustained in a car accident.  I was in Iraq and didn’t get to the hospital in time to say goodbye.   For that I will never forgive myself, but I came here because I’d always promised her that we would , and it was my way of finally saying goodbye .