"Gravitation can not be held responsible for people falling in love."
- Albert Einstein
Dear Mr. Shepard,
I'm just gonna say it right now. This is it. I'm giving up on you.
I know I haven't written to you in a very long time. Almost two months. So that makes it… What, almost three months since you and Ana Lucia became an "item." Same for me and Sawyer. I'm gonna tell you the truth here. Pretty much all of it. So listen up.
From the day we landed on this island, ever since you asked me to sew you up, you've been in my head, and I haven't been able to get you out. I've been…in love? I think this is Kate Austin's definition of love. Yes, it's caring, and understanding, and it's also fear for that person, and all of that. I've tried to define love in almost all of these letters Jack. And I've tried to decide - am I in love with you, or Sawyer? And I've come up with a definition for love: it's you. It's Jack. You're my definition love. That's just it.
Now, on with the story, eh?
So much happened in between. I mean, the whole time, I loved you. We met Rosseau, Claire had her baby, Boone died…That was hard on all of us. The raft was launched, we found the hatch, Shannon died.
We're coming up on some really recent history now.
Are you paying attention?
Sawyer came back. I thought maybe I loved him. I honestly did. I mean, when he was lying there, looking so helpless (and so much like Wayne) I really thought I might very well be in love with him. And after that kiss, things were completely confused. Topsy-turvy, thrown upside down. When you didn't…come after me, I thought you didn't care. Or, even if you did, that I'd messed up, rushed things, or that…I don't know. So I "got" with Sawyer, especially after I saw you "get" with Ana Lucia.
Here's the deal, okay?
Even though I'm "with" Sawyer, I still love you.
But I'm giving up. It's been to long, you're to "with" her, I'm to…not with you I guess. Last letter. The end. No more. I've waited to long, and I've given up to many times, and I've lost to many answers. If these letters have done anything, they've turned me into some kind of weird poet.
These letters didn't even help Jack.
Still, I thought I'd write one more.
I'll see you around Jack.
Bye.
Love,
Kate
A/N: Is this the end…! Well, no, it's not. So, come back for the live action epilogue:P The Einstein quote was just a whim.