Counting the days, hours, minutes (and even seconds, I'd say) between one conversation and another is torture. It's exhausting, stressful, worrying, and affects my mood and energy. I miss her. I miss her so much. I miss her always available shoulder; I miss her always sweet and affectionate words; that mouth that hypnotizes with every syllable, every breath... the whole thing makes me incredibly nostalgic when I'm without her. Bruna is a friend, a partner, an accomplice in many things, from the simplest to the most detailed; from the most banal to the most intellectually dubious (hehehe). She's one in a billion: unique, genuine, direct, with incomparable humility and charisma. And now, after another one of those moments we shared, the longing and the desire for the next time are already starting to grow...