I wasn’t fair to you in the beginning. You came across to me as a new X-Files. You even had a skeptical lady agent. But you also had Pacey from Dawson’s Creek. And a funny old man who seemed to be stoned 90% of the time, which gave me a lot of chuckles. So I gave you a second glance.
And I’m glad that I did. You changed. Over time you fixed your flaws. You gave me an ongoing storyline that stretched past just one season. A father/son relationship, the likes of which I have never seen on TV before. More lens flares than I would ever have thought possible in a single episode of any TV show. You made me fall for a fantastic, network sci-fi TV show.
There were some struggles. A lot of tears. There were even a couple of moments where I thought I’d lost you! But you bounced back and kept on going for five solid seasons. The ever gracious PTB saw fit to give you a final send off.
What a goodbye you gave us. The lump in my throat was stuck there for the entirety of the goodbye. Tears rolling down my face as goodbyes were said. And the final moment? Couldn’t have been more perfect.
They’ll never be another one of you, Fringe. And I’m actually quite happy about that.