On New Year's Eve when I was twenty-two years old, the bright fireworks dyed the entire night sky into a flowing river of stars.
At the moment when the clock struck zero, he suddenly held my hand amidst the cheers of his friends, and the light in his eyes was brighter than fireworks.
"Let's go abroad and get married," she said, her voice so soft that it was almost drowned out by the cheers, but it hit my heart hard.
This was his choice after a long struggle.
At the age of twenty-two, I always thought I was sensible enough. But at that moment, the so-called reason was just a cowardly disguise.
I opened my mouth, but it was dumb in my throat. I couldn't say "ok" or "no".
"Calm down." I thought over and over again, and finally gave the most rubbish response.
This is my choice after a long struggle.
The night wind carried the smell of gunpowder smoke and blew across our intertwined palms. I could clearly feel his hand shaking slightly.
Some people are not suitable for falling in love, but they are suitable for missing them seriously in youth.
He is always braver than me.
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