Logan Sachon and Matthew Davis initially met in 2008, when she became an intern at an alternative weekly publication in Oregon; he was the news editor. They knew each other only casually.
A few years later, when both had moved on from the weekly — she was living in Virginia and he was in New Orleans — she saw on Facebook that he was divorcing. She had just gone through a breakup of her own, and wrote with condolences and commiseration.
“He’s a writer — a very good writer — and I’m a prolific emailer,” she said. “It was something that made me feel for him, and want to reach out and say, ‘Hey I’m also going through this weird time.’”
And, so, the two began a correspondence — “long and meandering and writerly,” she said — that soon became a daily exchange, punctuated by occasional telephone conversations. Ms. Sachon, 35, is now a senior content marketing manager at Policygenius, an online insurance broker based in New York.
“She’s really understanding — she extends this incredible compassion to everyone she knows,” said Mr. Davis, 40, who is now a strategic communications consultant in New York.
Soon the telephone conversations were daily, too. And Mr. Davis began to suspect that perhaps there was more to the story. He asked if she had a romantic interest in him. “And she said, ‘No, I don’t,’” he said. “She was very insistent. I liked her, but I assumed it wasn’t on the table.”
In 2014, he told her that he’d be at a conference in Washington (at the time, he was living in England, where he grew up), and she volunteered to take a bus from New York, where she was living, to spend a day with him.
Both enjoyed the day, and he returned to England.
In 2016, he moved again, to Oakland, Calif., and later that same year, in November, she was to attend a friend’s wedding in Los Angeles. So she asked Mr. Davis if he would like to fly down to attend with her. “He is incredibly clever — he makes me laugh so much,” she said. “He’s very witty and observant, and just so much fun to be around.”
She intended it as a friends’ event, but booked an Airbnb with just one bed.
“What’s this about?” he asked when they got to their accommodations.
“He was kind of making a big deal about it, and I was like, ‘Obviously it’s fine,’” she said.
They agreed that he would take the bed and she would sleep on the couch.
“If she thinks this is platonic, I guess it is,” he said.
They enjoyed the wedding, met up with friends, and on the last night before they were to leave, they watched a movie together.
But, she said, he was on his phone throughout it, and her irritation mounted. They went out with a friend afterward, and when they returned to their Airbnb, he inquired as to what was wrong.
“I don’t know,” she said, remembering that she stuttered. “I think I’m sad that we’re leaving. And I’m in love with you.”
Mr. Davis didn’t hesitate. “I said, ‘I’ve always liked you but you’ve always said this wasn’t about that,’” he said. “Then we had a snog.”
On April 24, the couple married in New York. The Rev. J. Donald Waring performed the ceremony at Grace Episcopal Church, where he is the rector. Besides the couple and their priest, only the organist, a witness and a friend photographing were in the church, which seats 1,000. “We knew we wanted a small wedding but hadn’t pictured it this small!” Ms. Sachon said later in an email.
