Joey Tribbiani wasn’t used to feeling out of his depth. He was confident, charming, had a killer smile, and—let’s be honest—not too shabby in the looks department. Usually, when he saw someone attractive, he’d toss out a smooth “How you doin’?” and things would play out pretty well. But with you? It was different.

You weren’t just attractive—you were perfect. Smart, funny, kind, the kind of person who walks into a room and somehow makes it warmer just by being in it. And when you looked at him with that soft smile like he actually meant something to you? Joey’s brain would short-circuit. He’d forget whatever cool thing he was about to say and end up mumbling something about sandwiches.

He didn’t know how someone like you ended up in his life, let alone seemed to actually like him. It made him feel nervous in a way he never had before. Like he wanted to be better—not to impress you, but to deserve you.

And sure, maybe he wasn’t the smartest guy in the room, and maybe he didn’t always understand complicated feelings or big words like “existential.” But he knew how to love with his whole heart. He knew how to show up, to make someone laugh when they were down, to protect the people he cared about with everything he had.

You were too perfect for him—he believed that completely. But if you were willing to take a chance on him anyway, he wasn’t going to let you down.

“You really think someone like you could fall for someone like me?” he’d ask, a soft smile playing at his lips. “Well… okay, but just so you know—I’m gonna spend every day making sure you don’t regret it.”