Dear Ross,

Before we get back together, I need you to know something. It's just so much easier getting it out in a letter. I've been doing a lot of thinking, and I know you didn't really cheat on me with that copy girl. We were on a break, and I should have made it more clear that I didn't really mean break up, but just take a few days apart. It's my own fault for not being specific enough. I didn't even want the break. Ross, you have to understand some things. I'm not Carol, okay? Just because she broke your heart, doesn't mean I'm going to do the same thing. I considered Mark to be a very good friend, but I swear if he were to try anything, I would tell him no.

Remember that night I went out with him to make you jealous after we broke up? He wanted to do more, but I said no. It wasn't right. I was just using Mark to make you jealous. I do love my job in fashion, and I don't intend on giving it up any time soon. I mean, Ross, I couldn't ask you to give up your job as a paleontologist, because I know how much it means to you. Your passionate about science, I'm passionate about fashion. Yes, there will be nights where I have to work late, but that doesn't mean that I don't love you, or that I'm going to leave you for somebody else.

I was hurt that you slept with someone else, but it wasn't cheating. We were on a break as you said. It still hurt like hell, though, Ross, that you did it only three hours after our break-up. After a few weeks, I started to see things from your point of view. You're not a cheater. You are very paranoid, though, and I need you to know now that I would never do anything in the world to hurt you or to jeopardize our relationship. If this is going to work, then I need to know that you'll understand if I have to work late, and not get so jealous when I talk to other men.

I had no romantic interests in Mark, whatsoever. Ross, if you trust me, and really want to get back together, then I'll be waiting. But I can't get back with you if you don't trust me. I love you very much, but the relationship is doomed to fail if we don't trust one another. So do you trust me? I'll be waiting.

Rachel

Ross finished Rachel's letter, and headed upstairs to her room where she sit on the bed, waiting, anxiously.

"Well?"

"Rach, that was a beautiful letter, and you're right. I was stupid for thinking that you would ever leave me for somebody else. I get that your job is important to you, just like mine is to me, and I was even more stupid for not trying harder to win you back that night. Instead I got drunk and slept with somebody else. I'm really sorry for all that I put you through."

Rachel smiled and walked up, putting her arms around Ross's neck.

"I'm sorry, too. I love you."

"I love you."

They leaned forward and kissed passionately.

THE END