LOST: I just realized how lost I’ll be without you. |

‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

Damn it, Lost! You are doing it to me again. When I watched the one hour recap and the two hour season opener, all the old feelings came back to me like a flashback/flash forward/jump in time/???. I realized why we have been together so long despite the wasteland that is reality tv, weak sitcoms, tabloid television, and Howie Mandel. We stood by each other despite the infighting, the polar bears, the black smoke, the Others, and Richard’s eyeliner (maybe it’s Maybelline).

I admit that I was not always true to you. After the 3rd Season, I could not take the unanswered questions, the suspense, the commercial breaks, the hiatus between seasons. All this was too much for my fragile heart. So, I abandoned you for Seasons 4 & 5. I’m not proud about what I did, but I felt my actions necessary at the time. It was a difficult time for me, yes. Yet, I took comfort in the fact that you were still out there. I took comfort in the fact that the survivors of Oceanic flight 815 were still searching for a means to get off that island. Now, you already have one foot out the door for good. This is your last season with me.

During the period in which I refused to watch you, I had to duck and rickroll my way out of conversations with friends, co-workers, acquaintances, and family members whenever I heard your name followed by either “Spoiler Alert” or “Did you see last night’s episode…”.

After some time, I broke down and gave into you once again. I netflixed (is that a word?) both Seasons 4 & 5 and subjected myself to marathon viewing sessions (Bad Robot!) much to the annoyance of my girlfriend (sorry, Michelle). I was back on my fix, and you were better than ever, Lost.

Back when The Wire came to an end, I used to wake up in a cold sweats like Bubbles in the middle of the night. I was suffering a major cause of B-more withdrawal. You know how I was able to go back to sleep, Lost? I would say the following to myself like a mantra:

“ ‘The Wire’ may not be around, but I’ll always have you Lost. You’ll never leave me either to go into syndication or disappear altogether. I may not get you, or even understand what the hell is going on with you sometimes, but you will always be there for me. B-More is no more, but I’ll always have the island. I’ll always have the island….the island..the island….”

Now, you are leaving me for good. You know that I have more seperation anxiety than a shih tzu and a little boy clutching his mom enroute to his first day of Kindergarten. You know this, but you keep on doing this to me!

Lost, you have left me with so many unanswered questions. Why did the island demand so many lives? Why did the island have to take Mr.Eko/Adebisi? How come Hurley weighs the same after all this time? I would think being on the island would be a combination of both “Survivor” and “The Biggest Loser”, so how come Hurley does not have that jungle body already? Why did you leave me with the impression that Juliet was dead then she is not dead then she is dead again. WHY?

I am writing you this ‘Dear John Locke letter’ before you do at the end of the series finale. Be good to me this season. Let there be no more secrets between us anymore. I’ve been forthright with you. Now, it’s your turn. I’ll be seeing you in another life, brother. Even though this life will only be found in a boxed set dvd (with exclusive commentary of course!)

Screw going to back to Pandora. I want to stay on the Island.

Love,

Kojo

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