My wab was saddened by my heartbreaking posts

But I know you were happy about your wake up call.
I missed hearing your voice... I never got to appreciate it (sorry for saying) when you call me in those miliseconds... each time leaving me parched with the ocean-like sound of your voice.
And listening to your voice, still wet with signs of sleep is Bach's envy for a symphony he never discovered.

Don't you know that the five-minute interaction was like chocolate after a dementor attack?
Food for the famished
Water for the wasted
Answered prayer for the devotee
Summer to the North and South Poles
Roses for the dead
Milk to a babe

You get the picture.

Oh and yeah

Picture to the vain.