[ WP ] Write something that will evoke an emotion that can not be described through words .

I had been craving lemon merengue pie for two weeks when I finally found a diner nearby that had it on the menu. The cravings had gotten so bad that my dreams began to revolve around pie. I would wake up every morning with the distant taste of lemon in my mouth, and feeling phantom crumbs on my hands. Enough was enough, so I drove around on my day off, looking for somewhere with lemon merengue pie. When I saw it in the dessert display case at my local diner, I felt more overjoyed about a pastry than I thought was even possible. The hostess lead me to my seat, and handed me a menu. I had been too busy searching for pie to eat lunch, so I figured I'd get a panini before my pie. 
 
 I downed several glasses of water before my lunch was brought over. It was a futile attempt to stop myself from imagining the taste of lemon. I did n't even know what brought on the pie cravings. I did n't eat it very often, and I never got such strong food cravings. Whatever. It was what it was. Soon enough, my panini was in front of me, and then gone. 
 
 `` Would you like dessert?'' The waiter asked while clearing my plate. 
 
 `` Yes,'' I said triumphantly, before he could even hand me a menu. `` Can I please have lemon merengue pie?'' 
 
 `` Of course. I'll have that for you in just a minute.'' He said with a smile. He disappeared into the depths of the kitchen. Meanwhile, I started salivating. The sweet-sour of the lemon would be like a breath of fresh air after being stuck in a stuffy room for too long. The creamy merengue was a siren's call that I was happily going to let lure me to my death. I would quite possibly kill someone for lemon merengue pie at that moment, but it did n't matter. I was going to get my pie soon. 
 
 Lost in my dessert delirium, I did n't hear the waiter approach my table until he spoke. 
 
 `` Sorry, Miss, but we're out of lemon merengue pie.'' And with that, my hopes shattered.
