Dear J.J., Damon, and Carlton,
Thank you for smoke monsters, submarines, and subterranean hatches.
I was perplexed by the presence of a polar bear on a Pacific island,
and disturbed by dangerous Others disguised as dirty degenerates with detachable beards.
I started to get Lost on a whim last year and had sleepless nights watching episode after episode after episode of the first five seasons, and then dragged myself through the months leading up to the start of the sixth.
Thank you for making me love, hate, and despise your characters. Thank you for the twists that I was able to predict, and the majority that I wasn’t. Thank you for Aaron’s birth, for reuniting Jin and Sun, and for all the moments that made me go “What the f*#k?!”
I stopped believing in TV (and most of mainstream entertainment) for a while, but you changed my mind. You showed the world that a TV series could straddle multiple genres, combining drama, science-fiction, and fantasy. You made one that was interesting, mind-boggling, and really, really smart. And you threw in a hell of a lot of references that the geek in me gushed embarrassingly about.
Thanks for the memories, the theories, and the continuing questions that Lost has made me and my friends ask ourselves and each other. I got on the wagon a little later than everyone else, but I still had one hell of a ride.