Dear FlashForward: It's Not You, It's Me


I have to admit I entered into this relationship reluctantly. I thought you were just another LOST clone trying to capture lightening in the same bottle. Turns out you were a completely original story about throwing normal people into an extraordinary situation and watching them live their lives and learn to love each other while at the same time trying to figure out the mystery. The problem is that my brain just can't handle you being so different and so innovative. I gave you a fair shot, but we're just not working out.

And I've just got so much on my plate right now, FF, I just don't have the time to maintain the kind of relationship you deserve. I'm being whisked away to Stargate Universe's Destiny, and then back to New York to figure out the Visitors' intentions, and then I keep getting called by the Fringe division to investigate weird murder cases, and then I have to do my Community college homework, and catch up with Magnus at the Sanctuary... By the time I get enough free time to sit down on the couch with you I guess I'm just so exhausted I fall right asleep. I'm not saying any of these things are better or more important than you... just that... I don't fall asleep in front of them.

I will always remember the good times. Like when Agent Noh found out that the reason he didn't have a flash forward is probably because he died. Or when that one guy... uh... the black agent... when he killed himself in order to prevent the future - that was great! Or when the lesbian got shot in the womb. You really know how to treat minorities! I feel nothing but sympathy for these guys. I'll also remember when the old Nazi dude told us about the crows and we found out that the blackouts may have happened before on a more localized scale. (Wait, did the characters ever actually figure out that it's possible for it to be localized? Or are they still just operating under the assumption that any time this happens it has to be world-wide?)

I've always been a fan of time travel stories. And I thought because of that I could grow to really like you and maybe we'd have a great future (or past) together. But lately I just haven't been seeing much of these sci-fi elements. We've been stuck in the present trying to figure out the future which we saw in the past. Maybe I'm just too dull to pick up on all the subtle nuances you've been trying to throw at me, but even if I am, well... then that's just part of the problem.

Also... there's no easy way to say this, but... there's someone else. Her name is Anna.


I hope we can still be friends. But I just don't think I'll be seeing you any more.

My best,
Steve

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