Every year on Valentines day, Jim watched, almost in pain, as Phyllis received practically an entire botanical garden, several tons of chocolate, and a teddy bear who's size more closely resembled that of an actual bear, while Pam received nothing. Not this year, however. This was Jim and Pam's first Valentine's day as a couple. Almost as excited as a kid on Christmas, Jim woke up on Valentines day and set the small card on Pam's bedside table, knowing that it took much longer for her to be alert in the morning than it did for him. As he got into the shower, she woke up, and turned on her bedside lamp to read the note.
To the love of my life,
First off, this Valentine's day is going to kick ass. Mark my words. I know it will for me, because I have the most beautiful, caring, lovely girl in the world to share it with. I hope I'll make you as happy as you make me.
Love you always,
Jim.
Pam smiled to herself as she tucked the note into the drawer of her nightstand. Jim had already made her so happy, and she'd only been up for about ten minutes. How did he do it? She rolled out of bed and perused through her closet, pulling out her new pink skirt and the matching cardigan, then going to her smaller bathroom to do her makeup and hair while Jim finished his shower. She took special care with her hair and makeup, wanting to look nice to celebrate the holiday. Once finished with this, she went to the kitchen with the intent of making a pot of coffee for her and Jim, to find that Jim had beat her to it, and slid her a mug of coffee, prepared just the way she liked.
"Happy Valentine's day," she smiled.
"Happy Valentines day, Beesly." Jim said, smiling. He had said it to her before, but this time, she was his Valentine. It was the same sentence, but it felt so much better.
"You know, you've already done more for me on Valentine's day than I think I've received on any Valentine's day before this?" Pam stated, making conversation.
"Just you wait, Beesly."
"Gosh, is this a holiday or a threat?" Pam teased, laughing as she walked with him to the car. When she arrived at work, there was a single rose at reception, with a small card attached to it. It read:
"Do you remember our first kiss? At the Dundies, when you were absolutely plastered. You might not even have meant to kiss me, but I've never felt butterflies in my stomach like I did that night. More to come. - Jim."
Pam smiled. True to his word, Jim had placed flowers throughout the office during the day, each one recounting a memory they shared. At five, she had collected 11 roses.
"The last one's at home. Spread on the bed."
"Happy valentines day, Halpert." Pam said, shooting him a mischievous smile as she walked out the door, ready to deflower their sheets.
