I cried everyday for months after the attack. I've heard people say they've cried until they ran out of tears, but that's not what really happens. I can still conjure tears every once in a while, but now I can cry without them. Maybe you could say that my tears have evolved. Maybe you could say I cry every moment of everyday. Sadness doesn't feel like sadness anymore, but more like comfort, and it will hit me, at random times - when I'm folding my laundry, when I'm driving home, when I'm out with friends. It gives me goosebumps and butterflies and I can't quite catch my breath. It feels almost like serenity, like anticipation. It feels almost like love.