Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I just think they're adorable.

A/N: The first line of this letter is from a Kimya Dawson song called "My Rollercoaster". Just wanted to give credit where credit is due. Enjoy!

Dear Pam,

You were on my mind at least nine-tenths of yesterday. Probably more, but that seems dorky to admit. Every few seconds I catch myself looking at Ryan in reception with this big smile on my face because I have something to tell you. I find myself wanting to tell you everything, from the absurd look on Dwight's face today when he started realizing that his desk was getting further and further away from mine throughout the day, to what I had for lunch. I walked in on Michael today with his iPod ear buds up his nose and his mouth wide open, insisting that if he turned up the music loud enough, it would come out his mouth. Get this…it worked. And the fact that I stuck around long enough to find this out tells you exactly how much I need you back in the office.

I hope that New York is still everything you've been dreaming of. I know how big this is for you, Pam, and it makes me so happy that you're finally doing it. Just think, you're going to be a graphic designer! Will you make me a T-shirt? Maybe something to do with Battlestar Galactica, just to mess with Dwight a little more. Did I tell you what I did the other day? I filled every one of his desk drawers with cotton and covered his entire desk in it…and then spent the whole day convincing him it was freeze-dried snow.

Okay, that probably would have been funnier if you had been here. I miss you, Pam. I miss you when I have to eat lunch with Kelly or Michael, and their conversation isn't NEAR as scintillating as you are. I miss my partner in crime, I miss sharing secret looks across the room, and I miss escaping to the roof and just being with you.

But most of all, I miss you when I have to go to sleep alone, without your warm, beautiful self to wrap around. I miss your soft lips and your perfect hair. I miss how you look in the morning, just a little fuzzy and perfectly adorable before you have your contacts in. I love waking up to you every morning, Beesly. I can't wait for you to be back.

Maybe this isn't the most productive way to spend my time at work, typing you a letter instead of…well, doing my job. But hey, I've actually been pretty productive with no one to talk to, so I deserve a little time off. And Michael sleeps in his office for half the day anyway, so I think I'm in the clear.

Ugh, sorry. I find myself rambling about the office and then I realize that you're actually in New York, full of exciting people and places, and you probably don't want to hear every boring detail of my dreary workday. You know what I did last night, Pam? I had a Harry Potter marathon. I watched every Harry Potter movie we own. I thought of you when I saw the Room of Requirement because I know you love that. Don't you wish we had one of those in the office? Except that might be a little too tempting. An invisible room that only we could get into, where no one could find us and we could spend all day together doing whatever we chose?

Ah, I can't start thinking about that at work. Geez, Beesly, I can't even concentrate when you're NOT in the office. What am I going to do when you come home?

I love you. Call me anytime. Call me all the time. Don't go to any Laundromats by yourself.

Love,

Jim