Same here. I felt this strange affectionate, dare I say, "hope," for a week. I didn't want to tell myself I was hoping for anything, merely I was "open" to the possibility of positive change, and that I was willing to rise and meet the demand of such. Now... I feel emptied again. I'm unsure how I felt so physically thrilled... it must have been an anomaly. It was pointless, regardless. I have nothing, and no one, to hope for.