This has got to end. I've had it up to here with you. You want all of my time, but you are constantly withholding information. Take, take, take, that's all you do. Why's it have to be like pulling teeth with you, always? Why won't you ever just say something? Why do we have to go around and around all the time? Why the tangents, and the diversions, and the endless little domestic spats to distract us from the real issues all the time? Would it kill you just to give me something, once or twice? Everyone has secrets but you, you're hiding so much from me. I deserve better, after sitting through so many of your episodes.
Sure, you're good looking. Yes, you've made my heart race from time to time, I'll admit that. And you still know how to push my buttons, I won't say that's ended. I care more than I should. But you're a tease, dammit, and it's getting old. I'm sick of the strange camera angles, the person walking alone in the jungle and hearing something rustling in the vegetation just beyond, that old trick. I'm sick of that music, the cheap way you go for thrills. I'm sick of the flickering lights in the hatch. I'm sick of the same old unresolved sexual tension that's thrown in as filler, and the soft firelight on the face of the gurgling baby as a representation for whatever domestic tranquility the castaways are supposed to have established, and the way you cut to a flashback every time we're getting somewhere on the narrative. It's a formula, Lost, and it's getting old.
I liked you for your complexity and your intelligence, the offbeat narrative style you have. And I'll admit, you've got a visual appeal: great scenery and a hot cast. But we've got to work out something that's a little more fair. I can't keep giving you so much of my time unless you'll give a little more back to me. All I'm asking is that we tie up some loose ends. Would it kill you to answer some questions for me? Who are the others? How many are there? What is the black smoke monster thingie? Where did the polar bears come from, and where are they going? What's with all the kids? Why did the others vacate the hospital hatch? Why do they want Locke? What does the button do, and what do the heiroglyphics mean, and what's the meaning of that map? Why does the island have magic healing powers? Who's dropping the food? What the heck are the numbers all about, for that matter? Where's the boat that they took Walt from the raft in? I'd like you to just sit still long enough for us to have a meaningful conversation for once, without endless diversions. When I spend time with you I always leave more mixed up than I came into it. It's frustrating, and I can't help feeling that you are doing it on purpose.
I've made a commitment to you, and I will be there with you until the end. I am asking you to think about your commitment to me. Maybe you're punishing me because I wasn't there with you right from the start. But I think you'll have to agree that I've worked hard to overcome that. I'm nearly done with Season 2. You should know by now that I'm serious about you. I think it's only fair to ask you to look at how you are treating me. I hope that by the time I start watching Season 3, you will have found it in your heart to open up to me a little more. No more games, please.
With frustration, but with fondness and with great hope for the future, I am still yours,