Maybe we were both afraid…

He had to leave her. He had to. She gets that. She has tried not to take it personally, but she battles that fight every day. Every day she pushes forward. Every day she misses the hell out of him. Every day she feels like she wasn’t enough, because clearly if she had been, he wouldn’t have walked away in order to find something better. He wouldn’t have had to. She hopes that he’s found whatever it was that he’d been looking for, because Jesus, it’s been two years of working without him and enough is enough. Her patience, the smile she has plastered on, it’s wearing thin.

friendly reminder that elliot and olivia haven’t talked about two years.