The delicious coating that makes us salivate, that is joy to our tastebuds, that make us scrunch our faces from sourness or roll our eyes in orgasmic estasy. The latter being the really good stuff, usually chocolate coating with melted chocolate in the middle.
Candy.
Where better to indulge ourselves in the pleasure of the substances then in a dark movie theater, where we can shove as much into our mouths as possible with only the loved one sitting next to you staring at you in wonder.
Darling, did you really just eat that whole box?
Um...I didn't think you'd want any?
Candy.
I stare at the glass box at the snack bar, stared at the boxes of candy and instantly wanted everything.
I ask how much the candy was.
The worker behind the counter in her blue smock gave me a look, her dishwater blonde hair falling in front of her eyes.
She then told me the devestating fact.
The candy was just for show, they weren't for purchasing value.
My eyes grew wide.
No candy.
How deceiving.
No chocolate covered Whoopers making loud noises as my teeth crack into them. No Skittles getting stuck in my teeth, no Hershey kisses melting on my tongue. No Mentos being passed around my mouth by my tongue. No Gobstoppers changing flavors as their layers dissolve away.
I felt arms around me, hugging me to the body, crossed over my chest.
"Is something wrong, dear?"
I looked up into his face. My hand instantly covered his, while my other one framed his face. His smile was genuine, making my mind clear and a smile touch my face. His eyes were sparkling from just holding me against him. I loved those eyes. I kissed him, and when I tasted his mouth, when I tasted the hint of Mountain Dew and Barbeque sauce, I realized I had something better than candy.
I had love.