So tonight is the season finale of LOST. I have so many feelings you guys. So many ~feelings~. I'm going to be watching over pinkspots's so I won't be around to post/tweet/yell at the internet tonight. So instead I'm going to write Lost a letter about our times together.
Wow! Six years! Where has the time gone? [insert time travel joke here] I know that we haven't always seen eye to eye Lost. We've had some good times (time travel!) and some bad times (like rememeber that time you introduced all the tail section people and then killed them all off and we were all like "lol glad we wasted all that time on them!" I do too) but throughout it all we've always stuck together. I mean sure, there was that time in s3 that I thought about quitting you. But I'm glad I couldn't, like that guy in Brokeback Mountain, or I would have never discovered the awesome of Juliet or learned about physics from Daniel Faraday.
Sure, this season has been a bit uneven. And I still don't know what to do with the magical cave light. And I'm glad I'm not a female or minority on the island. But it's also given us another great Desmond episode and a more likable Jack and plenty of jears. So we'll call it even.
Even if most of the mysteries aren't answered, even if the finale is not the best thing ever, Lost will still be a groundbreaking show I loved for six years. I'll miss discussing the episodes the day after and trying to figure out what it all means. I'll miss all the crazy internet theories. I'll miss those little Benry comic strips.
No matter what happens tonight, I'll still love Lost, even if I do occassionally want to punch it in the face. Or feed it to a polar bear. I'm sad it's leaving us and still not ready to let go. But we all have to grow up and drink out of Jacob's magical sippy cup sometime.
Thanks for all the memories Lost.
I'll miss you....4 8 15 16 23 42,