She looked down at the smiling face of the man she had loved not so long ago. He was as handsome as ever, just as she remembered him...

And the woman at his side was lovely. She was beautiful with a big smile and she looked up at him like she adored him.

"Ainsley Hayes." She mused out loud.

She had heard of the other woman. She was a Republican who had been recruited to work at the Bartlett White House.

He was marrying a Republican. Sam Seaborn, the die-hard Democrat, was marrying a Republican. Her Sam.

No, she corrected herself, not her Sam.

Ainsley's Sam. Ainsley who wasn't afraid of the differences and who loved him enough to take a chance, when she couldn't.

It wasn't that she hadn't loved him, she had, but... Not enough. She hadn't loved him enough to leave New York, her job, her life. She hadn't loved him enough to make sacrifices.

But she had loved him too much to let him. This was what Sam was meant to do, she knew that, that's why she wouldn't let him give it up for her. He was destined for greatness and he was doing it right now. He was in his element working for Bartlett and she couldn't have held him back from that. So she had let him go.

And she had she had moved on. But now... Now she wasn't so sure. It was hard to learn that he had moved on, that he had found love with someone else. Yet, at the same time, she was happy for him, happy that he was happy.

On impulse, she wiped the tears and picked up her phone and dialled his cell-phone number, hoping that it hadn't been changed.

"Hello?"

It hadn't, she noted as the sound of his familiar voice flooded her ears.

"Hello Sam." She said softly.

"Lisa?" The sound was incredulous. Sam was obviously in shock.

"Yeah, I called to say congratulations."

"Thanks." He said hesitantly. "Lisa..."

"Don't." She told him. "It's ancient history. You've moved on, I've moved on, let's leave the past where it belongs, okay?"

"Alright." He agreed. "It's good to hear from you."

"It's good to hear from you two and I really am glad that your happy, you are, aren't you?"

"I am." He said and she could hear the smile in his voice. "She's great."

"Good, I'm glad." She told him. "That's what I wanted for you Sam, to find happiness, I just knew it wasn't going to be with me."

"I guess not." Sam agreed, then there was a pause and noise on the other end. "Lisa, I've got to go."

"Okay." She said softly.

"Bye, Lisa." Sam said. "Maybe you could go back later and we could talk?"

"No." She told him. "There's no need. Good luck and be happy. Goodbye Sam."

She hung up the phone then, the tears running down her face again. She knew that the last goodbye. Samuel Norman Seaborn was out of her life good.

"Goodbye Sam." She said again. "I really did love you."