the candy store

the candy store


i met her outside the candy store...
she was standing there that day.
the next day, she was standing outside the same candy store...

i went over, and talked to her, "hi, i'm wayne"
and it all started from then.

i talked to her everyday by the roadside, and slowly i got to know her bit by bit. i offered her some candies, and it is somewhat interesting to anticipate which colour she would choose, and without fail many of them would be bright and brilliant, though sometimes she chose to have the dull and uninviting colours.


slowly i started to offer her chocolates, as to me she is like a chocolate, even better. she looks like one though. when my candies were gray and solemn, she would offer me a bar of chocolate in return and say, "smile..!". it was sweet, both the chocolate and her smile, and it would tempt me to go into that very candy store to buy new bright coloured candies, which i would all the time.

i wanted to go into the candy store with her, but she said nothing.
i asked "would you want to go buy some candy with me?"
she said "i love candies!" and she'd never nudged from where she was sitting.

i could not understand why, and i'd really love to explore all the funny shaped chocolates and bits of rainbow coloured sweets with her, but move she did not. i was perplexed, confused, somewhat sad.

i came to know that,
if she said no, then i will continue asking and asking and eventually nothing would happen.
if she said yes, then with all the chocolates and candies there, would she still choose my vividly coloured candies, or would i still have her give me her bar of chocolate?
the fear of losing each other as friends happily enjoying ourselves with our own candy and sweets, i came to understand...

the weeks to come, she said she is leaving. she will come and go again, i thought. merely to say hi and update each other about new sweets that we find along our separate ways.
i will miss the times where i packed meals for her, or some chocolate brownie.
i will miss the times where i woke her up while she was sleeping by the candy store.
i will miss the times where i offered her chocolate chip cookies or chocolate ice creams when she was down.
i will miss the times where i had laughs for her forgetfulness and clumsiness.
i will miss the times where i asked for her help to throw away my rotten and disdained candy.

i will miss her bar of chocolate...

i've met her not for long, and i thought i knew her, but no, not even close, though the times by that very road opposite the cherry coloured shop had been very fulfilling and fun. thank you.

take care my sweet friend
and see you again, at the candy store...


-wayne-21st may 2007