You’ve looked at me over a thousand times before, your islands in the oceans leaving me shipwrecked and longing for you to save me. I know that you said that all that this is is fun and that implied that you had no feelings for me. But you looked at me once. We were in the lounge and Petra was across from me at the table. It was before my vacation. You stood there across the room and looked into my light brown eyes; the same eyes that you said had so much need in them. The same ones that looked at you full of love that once met your response of “don’t look at me like that”. You looked at me once, and the world grew silent and I could feel a pang of heat course through my entire being. I know that it’s still just fun to you but for those 30 seconds, it felt like more.