An Impossible Romance: The Michael/Pam Story
"I see the way you look at him," Angela commented snidely. Pam felt the heat rise in her face. Was her love for Michael really that obvious?
Originally, like everyone else in the office, Pam had been repulsed by Michael. But over the years, his loving, childlike nature had become more apparent. He was so amazed at the littlest things, like her painting of Dunder Mifflin, for example. No one else had as much love as he did, he even insisted on throwing a funeral for a bird.
Pam defended herself as always, telling a lie. "I have never dated or ever wanted to do anything resembling dating Michael, ever." She shivered. What if her secret got out? Would their love affair be spoiled? In actuality they were not together. On the surface, she appeared to love Jim, and he Jan. No one could ever understand the complex façade she and Michael were forced to keep up to hide their blooming romance.
Pam had known that Angela liked to keep a close eye on her, and the men in her life. Even before she was seeing Jim, Angela had eyes for Roy. And she had always kept track of how often she and Jim talked, making tally marks on a Post-It Note.
Pam could hear Michael's voice from the other room. The subtle cadences of his voice ensnared her, rendering her helpless, fully in his grasp.
Jan gave her a horrible glare. Jan had always watched Pam, accusing her more than once of having a relationship with Michael. More than once Jan had tried to put Pam in her place reminding her that Michael was hers and to keep her "hands off" of him. Pam longed to tell her the truth. She and Michael loved each other and Jan could not stop them. Michael had never been Jan's anyways. Something always stopped her though. For some reason she could never pluck up the courage to tell the world who she really was. She could never find the right words to tell Jim it was over and was constantly forced to play along in their overly sweet joke of a relationship. Jim had not come to her art show. Michael did. Michael was the one who truly cared about her.
Throughout the whole horrible dinner party she was forced to watch Michael and Jan together. Watch the love of her life from a distance, unable to touch him, kiss him, tell him how she loved him. For tonight, so much like every other night, she was forced to hod Jim's hand, sit next to Jim, even go home with him. Like Andy had said, she was sick of tuna. She had tuna every night.
The dinner party had ended in shambles, as was inevitable. As Dwight led Michael away, he had caught Pam's hand in his whispering, "I love you." Even though their romance was impossible, and unlikely, that moment was theirs. Only theirs.