Where are we going, and why am I in this handbasket?
I hadn't really thought it through. I hadn't asked enough questions because I was so sure I was right.
By Monday morning I couldn't think on anything other than the following: What Have I Done?
Which made me panic, and scramble, and hope that what I had been building hadn't been lost forever. What I needed most of all was what I had rejected. I didn't need anyone or anything else at that moment. Only one person could comfort me. And maybe he was lost forever.
I got a second chance to bring this person back into my life. This is a triumphant return - a close call that my rash, uninformed decision could have cost me.
I got a second chance. I only hope that this country will, too.