How do I get over this?

Last summer I met this boy named Parker he was super cute and super fun. He was really cute and very tall (the same height as me). Here's the story: I was waiting in this line at Hershey Park for this big water ride and it was kinda boring. Parker looked like he was trying to do a flip on those rail things that keep you in line but he never did, so I did one and he smiled at me so I smiled back. Me and my friend went on the ride. Then we got back in line and Parker was back in line too. He wasn't with his friends this time so he went with me and my friends so he went with us. I wanted to sit next to him but my friend jumped in before me. He asked me to join him but my friends are such punks they won't get on the ride with me so the Last time I seen him was coming out the dressing rooms to get out of our bathing suits. But the sad part is that apart after that I never saw him again and the only thing I know about him is that he likes Fall Out Boy. There is not be a day that goes by and I don't think about him. I just really liked him and thought I'd share. I know you don't care but you know.