Author's Notes: I've been wanting to write someting like this ever since I saw "Lecture Circuit," and I finally did last weekend.
Disclaimer: If I owned The Office, this fic would be nonexisant due to the fact that Holly never wold've gone back to Nasuha.
Dear Michael
Dear Michael,
Hey. How are things in Scranton? I heard through the grapevine that you went on a business trip. Canada, eh? Did you have fun? Get any souvenirs? The purpose of the letter is not to discuss said Canada trip (although that is pretty awesome). No, the purpose of this letter is to tell you that I miss you.
Michael, I miss you so much. I miss your jokes and being called Holygram and singing together. I miss our snuggles too, but above all I miss the way that you could make me laugh. No one else can make me laugh like that. You never failed to put a smile on my face and you understood me so well, in a way that nobody here in Nashua does.
When we were together I felt so lighthearted an happy. We had so many good times together. Remember my first day in Scranton when Toby was leaving? And our business ethics seminar? We really did get ethical, didn't we? I felt as if it was a lifetime that we spend together, when in reality it was a much shorter span of time. Still, our time together, however short it was, is counted among my favorite memories of all time. You were Scranton to me.
I love you, Michael Scott. I love every part of you, from your head to your toes. You deserve better than Jan. Please, please tell me you guys aren't together again. No one deserves the craziness that she brings. You in particular deserve better than that. You deserve a woman who will appreciate your jokes and be kind to you and make you happy. You deserve that and several children.
I hate the distance between us. I hate that I'm not in Scranton with you. I hate myself for letting you slip away, that I was too stubborn to get a job in Scranton. I hate that I'm too nervous to do anything about it and I hate that I have no idea why I feel that way. I hope that I can put my finger on it and get over it. My heart aches with every moment that we spend apart. I miss you. Hopefully I'll see you again one day.
Love,
Hollygram