Dear Jim,

Want to hear a secret? When I opened my mailbox and saw a letter from you I got butterflies in my stomach, but I pretended to be calm until I made it back to my dorm, where I promptly screamed and threw myself on my bed. I probably looked like a thirteen-year-old girl, but I didn't care.

I miss you so much! I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm really glad I came here, and I love most of my classes…I'm even making friends! And you're right, New York is something I've always dreamed about and I should be totally happy to be here. But every morning I wake up in my tiny bed, all alone in my tiny room…and I just miss your warmth, and your cute tousled hair, and the way you sometimes drag a shoelace across my face and yell "Spider!" to wake me up in the morning. Okay, maybe not that so much.

But really, Jim. Remember that one night when you stayed here and we both slept on my flimsy mattress? It almost makes me wish our bed were that small because I could feel your whole body against mine, hear your sleepy groans when I woke you up the next morning, and feel your breath on my cheek all night. I stole the T-shirt you slept in that night because it smells so good. And no, I haven't washed it in any strange Laundromats, per your instructions.

We're more than halfway there, Halpert. Wahoo! Only one more week and the weigh-in should be over at Scranton, too. Have you lost the sixty-five pounds yet? Michael will be so disappointed if you don't. Oh, speaking of Michael…yesterday in my Art and Computers class, my professor was talking about designing some new logo, and he goes, "I already told it not to come up like that!" It took a lot of willpower to keep my mouth shut. I ended up having to whisper to the guy next to me, "That's what she said!" which he didn't find nearly as amusing as you would have.

I loved your care package, by the way. Three new pairs of socks, some candy, caffeine, a hand-made glittery card, and some stickers were exactly what I needed. I wore the fuzzy blue socks yesterday around the halls, and I got several compliments. I told everyone you gave me them. They think you have good taste in socks. Oh, and I've been playing your mix CD in my car for a while now. Is the second song from Hunter's CD? The one you stole from Jan and Michael? I couldn't stop laughing as I listened to it.

Oh, also…shoot, this is sort of a secret, but I'm going to tell you anyway as long as you promise to act surprised. Promise? Okay. So for your birthday, I decided to get you a Harry Potter calendar because I thought it would be funny, especially considering your recent Harry Potter marathon. It came in the mail yesterday, and I realized that the week starts on Monday instead of Sunday because it's from Britain! I was astounded. And a little confused…

I love hearing about all the recent escapades from the office. I think you should set up a little video camera trained right at Dwight so I can see his responses to your pranks all the time. Except that I think Dwight would find it and keep it as evidence of some kind of plot.

Some of the other girls in my dorm are trying to get me to form an Ultimate Frisbee team with them, did I tell you that? I told them I'm allergic to physical activity. I think they believed me. So if you come up anytime soon, don't tell anyone about how fast we ran the Fun Run, because my cover will be blown.

I love you.

Love,

Pam