We are on Borrowed Time...

This is terrible, how happy that show makes me. Watching a new episode. Watching the boys and the girls, on my screen. All of them. I love them so much. And I love that show so much.
I think it's just downing on me, how painful it's gonna be. I had sworn to myself not to whine about the end. I'm not ready, none of us are, but I don't want to ruin the squee by constantly reminding myself that it is the end, and I certainly don't want to waste my time in cries all over my journal.
I'm happy that White Collar is back and I'm enjoying it to bits.
I've always loved that special glee I get at each premiere (season premieres and winter premieres too), every single premiere since my first hiatus (that was the S3 premiere). The feeling of reuniting with old friends after too long. It doesn't even matter how angsty it can be (and some of them were), I feel happy, at home, and that makes me smile. That's just a wonderful feeling.
That was the last time.

I love other shows, and I'm excited each year to reunite with them too, but not in the same way. The other shows are just TV shows. White Collar is White Collar.

I had said I didn't want White Collar to turn into another House, which I was actually relieved to see end. I take that back, that was so much easier!
I'm not ready. I was pretending I was, that I had accepted it. The truth is, I'm not ready.

And yes, I just realized all the meaning of that damn title. We are on borrowed time.
But okay, enough with the cries. I'm going to enjoy every single minutes and seconds of that time, and I'll make the best of it. Back to the squee mode, because that's what matters. All the joy that show brings me.

And for those who had the patience to read this vaguely angsty ramble, here is a bonus Fat Charlie.

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