I can see how it seemed that way. When I looked away, shutting my eyes, did you see that part? My eyes shut?
What you said was so politically wrong. No one knew this more than you in the moment, wanting it all back. But that same one, that same moment was, for me, the very opposite of regret. I searched in it for similarity.
Had to close the lids of me and ask if I’d ever done anything half as gutsy. Opening them, I saw yours, closed.