You are beautiful, you are gorgeous. Looking at you feels like freezing into ice the same temperature as the color of your eyes. But that isn’t why I’m writing you this. You are substance behind that. You are a room with a view. Your almost imperceptible frown at someone’s mistake. The crinkles at the corners of your eyes when you smile. The confident edge of your voice when you speak. The easy way you command people. Your shoulders pulled back with an aristocratic dignity. You blushing when you’re embarrassed. You forcing me a mushroom chicken cutlet to eat. I can’t tell you how excited I was when I heard you were waiting and joining [us]. It was great working with you. Good luck. I’ll miss you.