Flowings of Your Everlasting Taffyman

One day the young innocent, extremely polite, somewhat ignorant in a good way, beautiful kid who somehow respected my opinion and considered me a friend though we had never hung out brought a balloon to the bus stop. and asked me if i thought the girl would like it. I tried to help, and hoped with every molecule i considered mine that it would be enough. That she would love him and he her. But walking home that day he had his head down.