LOST ; 6 years
I don't think there are enough words in this world to describe what LOST means for me.
Throughout its six seasons, the show made me feel the widest range of emotions a human being can go through. I think that the amount of tears I cried during LOST deserves to be on the Guiness book. But I also laughed, a lot, so thanks for making my heart last longer Darlton.
Its characters didn't stay still, on the other side of screen; they are like old friends. They are almost as real as if one had actually spent those six seasons by their side, in that island, feeling and living each thing they've been through: each sudden rain, each attack of the Others, each Smokey appearance each romance and each death.
Some scenes were intense, others beautiful, some horrible and sad, others funny and insane; and many times I thought I wasn't really seeing what was on screen, because it couldn't possibly be. And yet, it was.
That's I think what LOST did best: it's a show that wasn't afraid of going all the way, of blowing our minds and racking our brains until at least one single idea will come out of it, even if purely out of desperation. The amount of expectation and mystery wouldn't let you sleep at times, and you HAD to find some explanation of what on Earth was it that you'd just seen. I can't even count the times that I finished watching with my mouth hanging wide open, speechless, or screaming a VERY loud "Son of a bitch."
I once told my sister that the title is not about the show, but about its viewers. And I must say, I was right.
And it felt so good to be LOST.