By: Gabriela Yareliz
It’s storming outside. I can hear the sleet. I can’t sleep.
In my insomnia (if it’s before midnight, does it still count as insomnia?)– all I can think about is our story.
We sometimes feel pressure all around us to be more, to be different, to fit into boxes we don’t fit into. But then, someone comes along and loves us in our simplicity. You can roll on the floor laughing; you’re best friends; everything just clicks.
This one goes out to my very own Jim Halpert. I love that I get to be your Pam. Thank you for being the one who understood the glances and “camera-like” stares; for all the flowers, treats and for the evenings in your car or our long walks where you just listened to me talk. I know I am understood, loved and seen. All I’ll say is that when I started watching The Office in 2020, I couldn’t help but feel like someone had been watching us and based Jim and Pam on us (except our story is even cooler). I can’t wait to marry you.