It took a while for my tears to finally happen and even when I felt them forming a tiny pool in that delicate crevice between my sunken in eyes and the beginning of my nose, the wetness down my cheek never followed. That was always the most cathartic part of finally crying…feeling the water dry but still being able to trace its exact path to my lips, reliably concluded with a smack in the face saltiness. That’s the moment I usually snap out of it.