Years ago, my grandma was hooked on SVU. She’d call me every week after the episode aired, dissecting every scene between Olivia and Elliot. She swore they were secretly in love, despite all

evidence to the contrary. She’d say, “Oh, honey, you just wait. They’ll get together someday. I can feel it in my bones.” She passed away a few years back, never seeing her prediction come to fruition. Watching this now, I can almost hear her voice, buzzing with excitement. It’s bittersweet, really. This whole “kiss” debate is more than just a TV show plot; for some of us, it’s a connection to loved ones, a shared experience, a little piece of our personal history.

This reminds me of my own “will they, won’t they” situation back in college. We danced around our feelings for years, dropping hints, stealing glances, but never quite crossing the line. The tension was exhilarating, agonizing, and ultimately, exhausting. We finally did get together, but the timing was off, and it didn’t last. Seeing this on screen brings back a flood of those bittersweet memories – the excitement, the uncertainty, and the ultimate heartbreak. Makes you wonder about the “what ifs.” Maybe some stories are better left untold.

Remember when shipping was a fun, harmless pastime? Now it feels like a full-blown obsession, and sometimes it borders on creepy. People need to separate fiction from reality. These are actors playing roles, not real-life couples whose relationship is public fodder for our entertainment. Let them live their lives!

They’re like that Ross and Rachel thing all over again. Is this the new “we were on a break”? It’s getting a little ridiculous. The writers are clearly milking this for all it’s worth. Can we please focus on catching the bad guys instead of this endless romantic subplot?