She is alone

Every day I can see her near to the see when she walks alone with slowly steps at the time of the sunset every day stands a little to look to the sea and then consider going again , it seem to me she is talking to the sea and then go again . Sometimes I thought to talk with her but I felt this will be embarrassed for me and really I didn’t dare to do that. But I’m obsessed with asking her about her feelings. Sometimes I pass near to her or sit beside her to ask her about anything and to look at her eyes but I can’t maybe she will chide me if I asked her. Every day I wait her near to the sea to see her because I like that I don’t know why but I like that. My heart pushes me to solicit to her to ask about the sadness which fills her eyes. Unfortunately I can’t. I feel she lives in a different world where the sea only her friend to hear her or to tell it about her tales in the past and she does not want to engage another one will be interfered like in her world.