Lately, I think I'm becoming Ross Geller
when it comes to love—
quietly, hopelessly devoted.
He carried Rachel in his heart for nine years,
loving her between moments,
between almosts,
between what-ifs.
And here I am,
three years and counting,
loving you the same way—
silently, carefully,
like a secret I've learned to live with.
I don't ask for much.
I don't even ask to be seen.
I just hope—
in the way people hope at night,
without witnesses.
I hope we end up like them.
I hope one day
you look back and realize
I was never just a memory.
I hope you fall back in love with me,
the way Rachel did with Ross—
not suddenly,
but surely,
as if love had been waiting
for the right moment
to remember itself.
YOU ARE READING
Every part of me
PoesiaThis book took years to begin. Not because I lacked words, but because I lacked the courage to open my heart. To my readers- this is my soul, laid bare. Every page holds a piece of me: my vulnerability, my joy, the moments I loved deeply, and the gr...
