She Is Gone

We met. Briefly. And then we parted ways. I think of her. Does she think of me? Does she even remember me?

It was sunset when I left. I should never have gone. We were walking on the beach. I told her all about me while the water merged with the sunlight. We bathed in the orange light; just talking and looking at each other. Until it grew dark. I ran away to tell the world that I found someone who I like and I think she likes me back. But when I got back, she was gone. And all the footprints in the sand, that I had thought to keep as proof, were washed out by the sea. I was alone

And I had nothing but the memory.

But why do I need to tell someone about my meeting that girl. We met. We parted. That's it. It's my secret and no one needs to know.