Sometimes she lies awake in bed and thinks about him. It’s funny, because he’s sleeping right there next to her, but she can’t help it. There’s so much to think about. She’s amazed with everything, really, but there’s so much going through her head that sometimes she finds it difficult to sleep.

Sometimes, when they have a late night full of eating, talking, loving, and just being together, she sleeps better than she ever has in her life, and wonders how she ever spent her whole life without him by her side.

Sometimes she wonders if it’s really forever, and then he says “I love you”, and those fears disappear.

Sometimes she thinks maybe she isn’t cut out for the whole marriage and family thing, but then she watches him with his niece and nephew and realizes the only thing she wants to do is marry him and make him a dad.

Sometimes she wonders how a catch like him, 30 and never married, has never found the right person, but then she thinks that maybe God had a different plan for him; and she hopes it’s the life he’s living right now.

Sometimes she wonders what she did to deserve him, but then he whispers how lucky he is to have her, and she realizes that maybe the soul mate cliché really is true.

Sometimes he says the wrong thing, but it’s always at the right time, and she realizes he’s beautifully imperfect, and she wouldn’t want him any other way.

Sometimes his snoring wakes her up, but then he tightens his arm around her waist, and she finds that spot, and realizes their bodies must have been made for each other.

Sometimes he leaves his dirty clothes all over her apartment, but it’s only one thing on the very short list of things that bug her about him. Her list of things that she loves about him far outweigh the rest.

Sometimes she thinks she dislikes things about him, but she knows everyone has faults, and those things really don’t matter in the long run.

Sometimes she wishes he would go for what he wants, instead of wasting his life away a failing paper company, but they both know the real reason he’s still there.

It’s on nights like this, when the room is a little bit too stuffy, and his warm body is soft and sticky against hers, that she realizes there’s no where else she’d rather be.

“Hey.”

She turns her head quickly, not realizing he’s awake.

“You okay?” His voice is rough, raw from sleep.

“Yeah.”

“Kay.”

His hand slides lower down her back, pulling her closer as she nestles into his chest.

She falls asleep quickly, but Jim stays awake.

Sometimes he thinks about her, too.

Pam’s breath steadies, and Jim knows she’s fast asleep. He’s wide awake, staring ahead at the bright red numbers on the clock, indicating he should be sleeping as well. It’s something he’s grown used to, how can he not be kept up at night? With Pam in his arms, his thoughts always turn to her. Even if it means a little less sleep at night, he never complains.

Sometimes he can tell Pam’s awake at night, and he pretends to be asleep, just so he can feel her movements, and he wonders what’s going through her head, too.

Sometimes he studies her face when she’s asleep, hair untidy, mouth hanging open, and he wonders how someone could be so beautiful.

Sometimes he tells her she’s beautiful, and she laughs it off, but then she gives him that half smile, eyes full of love, and he not only sees her beauty, but he feels it as well.

Sometimes, when she has her moments of clarity, and she knows what she wants to do with her life, he wonders if he’s good enough for her, but then she hugs him, and kisses him with a wide grin on her face, and he knows that happy future she imagines; he’s definitely in it.

Sometimes he’s amazed at everything that’s happened in the last few months, and he knows, even after everything that happened before, he wouldn’t change the past.

Sometimes he wonders if they’re ready to take the next step, but he knows if they don’t, he might lose the best thing that has ever happened to him.

Sometimes he can’t wait to ask her, but he knows the perfect moment is coming, so he clutches that small black velvet box a little bit tighter, and waits for that moment to come.

Sometimes he can picture their future so vividly, he wonders if it’s real. He knows it will be, so he holds on to those images and lives in the moment.

Pam sighs, tearing him from his thoughts. He looks down at her, and finds that she has her chin propped up on his chest, just staring at him.

Busted. He smiles at her, and trails his hand that was resting on the small of her back up her bare back and into her hair.

“Can’t sleep?” She whispers.

“Yeah, just don’t want to.”

“Why’s that?”

“Just thinking.”

“About what?"

“You.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, sometimes I think about you too.”

She smiles when she sees the surprised look on his face. She closes her eyes and wraps her arms tighter around him.

Sometimes she waits for him to go to sleep, before she thinks about him again.