That was me.

It was at Raging Waters about 2001 in California late summer, I don't remember your face either but I do remember the story.
I believe we in the wave pool you didn't say anything but I said something to you and you looked around and realized I was speaking to you.
We rode rides, we laughed, we gazed into each others eyes. You said we kissed but I don't remember that happening. Unless you mean the peck you gave me.

...and then it happened. We returned to the wave pool where we met and we started having a conversation when I look in another direction and a wave slowly goes over my body, I feel a new warmth on my chest, I look down and it's your palm nestled so softly against my chest. I look at your face and your just smiling in a daze at your hand. So I allow you to rest it there for a moment before an older woman behind you glares at us both.

You need to use the restroom, and I needed to check in with my family, and I told you we would meet back at a specific palm tree, I afraid you would forget where to meet, but you were there when I came back.

I told you I had to go and that I would give you my number, I went back to where my family was and scribbled it down on a piece of scrap paper, I gave it to you and looked as if someone just killed your favorite puppy.

and then no call...

Days turned into weeks and I knew there must have been an accident, you weren't one of those boys. You would have called. I figured you accidentally lost my number somewhere. Now I know the truth, those pesky water trunks ruined it all, we could have been soul-mates.