What's the one thing you absolutely can't miss at a summer festival?
Why, the fireworks, of course.
Usually, I'd watch the fireworks in the sky all alone. They'd rise to a certain height, then burst with a bang, their falling sparks shining like meteors in dazzling colors before gradually fading without a trace.
When there are two of us, we can lace our fingers together and snuggle close, feeling the fireworks continuously igniting in our hearts. Then, when the grandest display begins, we turn to face each other and gently touch. It feels more moving than any love I've ever seen.
I wish I'd been more honest and cried out loud back then.
That's what I thought later.
