“Lost,” we need to talk.

We’ve been together going on four seasons now, and I feel like we’ve really grown. When I first started seeing you, all you did was dwell on the past, but that’s changing now. You’re starting to look to the future, and while I appreciate the effort, I don’t know if it’s working out.

You’ve always been scatter-brained. Focus has never been one of your strengths, and I know it’s difficult for you, having so many characters and plot developments, but you’ve got to try. It’s just getting so hard to be with you.

There’s always some new problem you have to deal with.

The Oceanic Six? No other survivors? Kate has Aaron? Jack has a beard?! What does it all mean?

I thought, now that you are willing to look at your future, we’d be able to see some resolutions. But it seems to be raising more questions than it answers.

It’s all happening so fast. And you still haven’t given me any answers about your past. The four-toed foot statue? The purple sky from when the hatch imploded?

Why can’t you open up to me?

It’s just that I feel like I’m the only one making any effort in this relationship. I make time for you every week, and I try to find the answers. But if you can’t start giving something back, something substantial, I don’t know if I can see you any more.

I want you to really explain yourself to me. Stop making up new plot devices to keep the story going, and start resolving the stories you’ve started. I know you can do it.

I believe in you. I believe in us.