I believe that someday, you will return to the desk next to mine. Your sweet treats and adorable stationery still occupy their place. The charger you always connected to my laptop remains untouched.

It’s hard to accept that you’re no longer here, but I hold onto the hope that you’ll come back. Since February 1st of this year, I’ve been fortunate to sit beside you. When I moved to a new seat, you left a delightful Coala chocolate snack with a handwritten message—a small gesture that warmed my heart.

Your ability to express appreciation was remarkable. Each year-end, you’d send kind New Year’s cards to clients, adorned with your beautiful handwriting. You’d even inquire about the most polite Japanese word to address a candidate—your commitment to courtesy was endearing.

Your heart is truly beautiful. You cared deeply for those around you. During my tough times last year, your encouraging words never failed to lift my spirits. I remember the day you messaged me, saying, “Don’t let her waste your energy,” accompanied by an adorable Lolita kitty picture. It made a world of difference.

Your elegance radiated through everything you wore and every action you took. The items you consistently had and wore exuded a delightful charm and impeccable taste. I often found myself emulating your style—you were my fashion icon.

Sitting next to you was a sensory delight. The air around you carried the sweet fragrance of your favorite Dior perfume. You’d playfully ask me to check if it still lingered on you, a gesture that never failed to make me smile.

Simultaneously, you’d share valuable advice on cosmetics and good food choices. Your eye for quality extended beyond fashion; you’d proudly display your lush eyelashes after a perm or a fresh set of gel nails.

I remember the day I showed you my new makeup pouch. In response, you revealed your own professional-grade one, and we excitedly explored what lay inside. It was a small moment, but it felt like a treasure shared between friends.

You introduced me to your favorite freeze-dried salmon from Nisshin store—a recommendation I’ve yet to try, but I promise I will. And who could forget the delightful chocolate crepe from the grocery store? You’d warm it up in the microwave before handing it to me, spreading warmth and kindness.

There are countless things I still want to ask you, so many moments I yearn to share. We made a promise—to visit the Dior store together once the Azabu Dai Hills location opened. It finally did last weekend, but my heart aches that you’re not here to explore it with me.

Whenever I see the Dior, memories of you flood my mind. The scent you shared with me lingers, forever intertwined with my image of you—elegant, ethereal, and adorned in white and baby pink, just like Dior.

I miss you dearly.