I got a piece of candy from a girl about half my age. She called it her happy-pick-me-up. It was not as catchy as i think she thought it was. Yet she felt i needed it more than her...i was smiling on the bus when she gave me this but still she knew that plastered smile. As if i knew her i gave her a hug and felt the warmth of a learning soul.  I opened the candy with a smile and let the little piece of butterscotch melt over my tongue.  i knew it was just some cheap dollar store candy but it felt like a little happy-pick-me-up. She got off the bus at the next stop and she didnt wave goodbye or ask my name she left as if nothing had happened...
But something had happened a simple candy had seeped into a dark heart making me wish to take that girl home with me and speak to her for hours. made me wish to smile and cry in front of all three people left of the bus...as the butterscotch melted i craved more. more happy-pick-me-up's.