Oneshot for Jim. I wrote this in about ten minutes o.o
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Pam,
I don't really know how to say this. Maybe I do, and I just don't want Dwight to see it.
I know, it sucks that I'm telling you this now, since you're with Roy. I'm sorry you are.
Because I love you, Pam Beasly.
I had to write that now, before I chickened out. It's true. I've loved you since I first met you, and every day it hurts to see you with Roy, not with me.
I want to be with you, Pam. I want you to forget him and come to me and never leave. I want to see you every day in the morning, kiss you when I like, instead of hoping for another drunk Dundies after-speech moment. Hah. You probably don't even remember that.
I'm hoping, wishing, that after you read this, you'll leave Roy. That you won't hire Dwight to corner me in the parking lot after work and finish me off with his kung-fu moves.
I know, I shouldn't love you. But I do. No rush answering. I just needed to get this off my chest. (That's what she said.)
Love,
Jim
Jim read the letter he had written, then scowled. Rubbish. He crushed it into a ball and tossed it in his garbage can. He took out another piece of paper.
Pam,
I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. I could say those words a thousand times. I probably do when I'm falling asleep. I love you, Pam. I always have.
Love, Jim
This went in the garbage bin as well. Too sappy.
Dearest Pameth,
It greatly pains me that you are with Royeth. I so dearly loveth you, and would rather it be me, Sir Jimeth Halperteth, beside you.
Loveth,
Jimeth
This one was crumpled up and tossed away moments after he wrote his name. She'll think it's a joke.
Pam, free Friday night?
Jim
Another piece of trash.What is this, high school?
Pam,
I love you
I want you
I need you
Let me love you
Let me want you
Let me need you
Jim
Instant garbage.Poetry? Cheesy. Shame on you, Halpert.
Dear Pam,
I know this is a shock, but I love you. I need you to be with me, or I swear I will go crazy. Please, Pam, before I get Dwight's
"Whatcha writing, Jimbo?"
Jim placed a folder over the paper and looked up.
"Nothing, Michael."
"Okay! Get back to work, man! Work, work, work! Gotta love work!" Michael grinned as if this was actually funny, and walked away.
Jim sighed heavily and glanced at Pam's desk. There she was, in all her quiet beauty, chewing on a pencil. Completely unaware of the wasted paper in his garbage can, each piece with her name on it.
He took the letter out from under his folder and threw it in with them. He would never get the courage to give her one of them. She would probably go on all her life, not knowing how he struggled, wasting paper for her every day.
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