I saw him for the first time after the State of the Union.
I had seen him hundreds of times before, but never with open eyes. I knew him as our visionary, the root of our ideals, the face of our administration. But there was more I didn't see.
He saw me for the first time after the State of the Union.
He inquired after the despairing anguish in my eyes. He was the only one to ask, to wonder, to care. He knew of no deal, only of my emotions.
He made no promises that night. None to break.