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And Alex, trusting her, stayed away.

But this morning, Rosie did something different. She pulled the letter out. She smoothed the creases. And she walked, not ran, to the post office. rosie love rosie

She never sent that one either. She sent a cheerful postcard: “Everything’s great! How’s Boston?” And Alex, trusting her, stayed away

Years passed. They visited when they could. They laughed. They danced at each other’s birthday parties. They watched each other fall into relationships that weren’t quite right — Rosie with Greg, who was steady but never thrilling; Alex with Beth, who was kind but never Rosie . Once, in a hotel bar in London, after three glasses of wine, Alex had looked at her and said, “Do you ever wonder what would have happened if I’d stayed?” She smoothed the creases

The clerk nodded. Rosie pressed the letter to her chest one last time, then let it fall into the slot.

He’d smiled, but his eyes stayed sad.