Diego would always drive us to a nice restaurant and we would eat dinner having conversations before he would drive me home afterward.
It is a routine we have been having over the past six days. Today we decided to stop our work at 6: 45 pm, we have been having overtime ever since we entered the final stage of Emily's trial.
That day, Diego drove me to a regular restaurant where we ate dinner. At the restaurant, while we were having dinner, the thought of what would happen to Emily got stuck in my brain. The conversation I had with her earlier sparked a train of thoughts in my mind.
I was thinking about what is love, and what it means to love someone.
Why do a lot of relationships fall apart before they fulfill their promise of lasting for eternity?
