How I cried! Sobbed really.
Charlie and Claire, sob, and Sayid and Shannon and Boone, and Jin and Sun and Jack and Kate’s clinch (sob) and Sawyer and Juliet’s candybar experience, and the look in Des’ eyes and Pen and Hurley and Daniel. And Miles, Rose and Bernard, Lapidus…and then the look in Kate’s eyes when she looks at Jack. Locke’s squinchy smile and Ben finally having a purpose. And Jack, with the magic water rushing over him and then he’s in the field again and he’s bleeding and there’s a sneaker in the tree. And the plane flies over and then Vincent, lying down next to Jack with his tail wagging.
I loved it, loved it, loved it. Oh my heart.
Many mysteries remain but the only explanation needed is the show was never just about the island, the numbers, the whispering, Jacob or the Dharma initiative. The show was more about the passengers of Oceanic 815. Such finely crafted characters. I was completely wrapped up in their emotions and experiences.
And it’s hard to let go.