Franceska... What confuses me the most is not understanding why. It was the first time you spoke to me with such authority, as if you wanted to erase everything at once. You took me out of your life so abruptly that I'm still trying to understand what happened. I was truly perplexed. Because all I ever tried to do was show affection, admiration and respect for you, in my own way, perhaps crookedly, but never with malice. You are a rare woman. Intelligent, intense, captivating... owner of a magnetism that you can't pretend doesn't exist. It's impossible not to surrender to your presence, to your way of conducting everything with firmness, with humor, with that sparkle that only you have. I'm not here to ask for anything. Just to lament. Because losing the space I had, even if small, within your routine, in your gaze, already leaves me with an emptiness that no one else will fill. I'm sorry for the end like this, so dry. I'm sorry for not having had the chance to understand. And I'm sorry, mainly, for still feeling all of this... without