In middle school, "I" thought she was in love with our teacher. Later I realized that not only love exists, but hate also exists. Because of this hatred, she made her son fall in love with her, and for her, he almost committed suicide.
When I was in college, "I" thought I could forget her, but when she appeared again, "I" fell into love with her again and couldn't extricate myself. As a result, "my" girlfriend left me, and she also moved away from me.
I was working and living an ordinary life. One day she suddenly came, but "I" was no longer obsessed with her. Although I still didn't let go in my heart, what happened next shocked me again...
She said that she likes fireworks, so beautiful and lonely; she said that love is an elusive thing; she said that marriage is a paradise for the unmarried and a hell for the married.
In the end, she destroyed herself in this love. She took her own life.
No matter how beautiful the fireworks are, they are only a moment of youthfulness. But at least it was brilliant.