Involuntary Need

Wanting something never bled significance until I met you.
The way you respirated reminded me of the serene sound of vanilla colored pages turning in a novel in which I confided in for comfort on the rainiest days.
The way you vocalized your mind presented undoubted satisfaction.
To where no melody nor chord could match the unwavering equilibrium of conciliation and elation that I held in my mind to every wave of sound.
The way you kissed me moved me to another place.
Your gentle lips carressing mine shifted me to concert halls blaring grand symphonies that prevaded nostalgia for a life I hadn't experienced but assured me that you would take me there every single day.
But, the way you regarded me.
One look from your sepia shaded irises relieved the strength from my knees and exhibited to me how love was to be defined and illustrated because in that moment I knew I didn't want you anymore.
In that moment I fell hopelessly in need of you.
For every setting sun and fading moon my heart bled adrenaline with every pulse.
Wanting something never became significant again because for every moment I looked into your bewitching irises, I always needed you.