"I'm sorry," Ross said. "I was an idiot."

"A big idiot," Rachel corrected him.

"A big idiot," Ross agreed. "It's just that you have to realize this whole Mark thing is really hard for me."

"Honey," Rachel asked. "Why is it hard? We've been together for almost a year now. If two people love each other, and trust each other like we do, there's no reason to be jealous."

His face went blank as his eyes dropped to the floor. He took in a slow breath; exhaling, he said, "It's not you I don't trust, Rach. It's me."

Rachel tilted her head to one side, her brow tightened, her lips pursed.

He gently caressed her hand and continued. "Rachel. Being with you is being complete. There is literally nothing I can ask for because there is nothing that exists to ask for. I have everything because I have you. You have brought me to a place where I am content just being. When I'm with you, I am better than the person I've always wanted to be. Loving you actually makes me better. I had given up ever being with you. I was drowning, and when we kissed, it was like coming up for air. I never thought I'd be here with you. I've been rejected so many times that it's really hard for me to believe you think I'm good enough for you. And I'm absolutely terrified one day you're going to realize I'm not."