Hokay, so this is a little drabble that could be from anyone's point of view, but I specifically had in mind Elliot watching Olivia with Alex while writing this.
Disclaimer: Don't own, blah blah. In case any charges are pressed, go after the other fic writers first! Heh.
It's her scent or anything resembling it that makes you stop dead in your tracks in the middle of a crowded street, making people throw expletives at you under their breath. It's the sight of her with that blonde that makes you so insanely sad. It's the sound of her voice that makes you turn around, her touch that sets you on fire, her taste that you so desperately want to know.
But there's no way you'll ever have her, so you relinquish and count your blessings: at least you see her every day. At least you told her how you feel. At least she still wants to be your friend. But never more than that...except in your mind.