From the moment I was forced to sit down and watch one of your second-season episodes, I was hooked. By the end of that fateful hour, I was committed to figuring out what the bloody hell
I had just seen, and sat down at my very first opportunity to watch your entire first season on DVD. And then I completely legally (*cough*) downloaded all your other episodes and became an obsessive nut. I admit it--I stalked you, Lost.
I even played your ARG
And then... well, the ardor cooled. I began to long for the days of your mysteries, of your flashbacks--all the amazing, moving, stirring secrets and insights into the past that made you you
. You developed an unhealthy obsession with Jack, and destroyed the mystique of the Others by bringing us deep inside their cruelty, drama and pettiness. Oh,
I found myself thinking, they're just assholes.
I do share in the blame. Because of my infatuation with you, my expectations for your return this year were perhaps unreasonably high. But I just can't be arsed to care about Ben or Jack or that Blonde Other-Chick Who Definitely Is Not Libby And/Or Interesting, Unfortunately the way that you obviously wanted me to. I tried, I really did. But I miss the things we used to share and all the peripheral characters we loved that you seem to have forgotten... it just hasn't been the same.
And then... the Desmond episode. I tried so hard not to fall for you again, but you reminded me of what we'd had, of the amazing times we'd spent together. I almost couldn't let myself believe things would ever be that good again, and afterward, when you brought more of that stupid Others-drama back into my life, I thought it had been a fluke, I really did.
But with the Hurley episode on Wednesday, I knew again that buried beneath that plotline I couldn't give a shit about was the real you, the you I knew and loved. There you were in all your glory, and it was as if we'd never had a falling out. I cried, I cheered... my hope was restored as surely as Hugo's. There is still something great between us!
I love you again, I really do, and I remember why I did before. Don't fuck it up. Please?
Yours truly (for now)--pouringsand