Dear Game of Thrones,
I write to you with great hope and despair, which is exactly how I feel before watching every episode. Hope: because I know someone, somewhere, is writing the next season. Despair: because I know that the next season is going to take one more year and that you are going to kill someone important.
I watched your sixth season’s finale without blinking an eye and honestly, I can say that it was one of the best things that I have ever watched on torrent television. Without giving out any spoilers about the latest episode, I’d just like to say those five magical words for you, “You make my Mondays better”.
I’ve never used this set of words, in this particular sequence, for anyone. But you are special. Very special.
Every Monday morning, millions of people in India wake up at 7:30, and anxiously turn on the HBO channel or keep refreshing pirate bay/kickass. They get their data packs renewed just for you.
When some torrentino uploads the episode on either of these sites or on any other torrent site, we are the first ones to comment 10/10 on that torrent, both for audio and for video.
On some days, I even seed the torrent. I have to admit that you’ve made me a better person. On some days, I want to become a rebel like Arya Stark and kill all my enemies, and on others, I want to be like Daario Naharis, a good looking man who knows how to fight (and who also gets laid). But on most of the days, I am Tyrion. I just drink and I know things.
When you show the murders, it opens my eyes to the reality that society is cruel and that instead of looking out for each other, we should look out for ourselves. When you show that Jon Snow can come back from the dead, it gives me hope that sometimes, nice guys do get more than one chance to prove themselves.
And when you show those boobs, it gives me a great erection. I don’t know how you do it, but you somehow manage to open my eyes, mind, and zip at the same time. If that’s not incredible writing, then I don’t know what is.
I stay awake at night thinking about what will happen next: Will Khaleesi and her fine ass sit on that shitty throne? Will Tyrion ever get to ride one of those giant dragons? Will we ever get to see Cersei naked again?
These are questions which only you can answer but whenever I come close to finding an answer to any of them, I start writing my own fan theories.
I post them on Reddit and Facebook groups and discuss it with millions of other GoT fans around the world, and when you finally reveal the twist, it turns out to be something entirely different, which none of us had thought of. You manage to do it almost every time and it’s fucking brilliant.
Because of you, I liked going to the office on Mondays. My colleagues and I would reach the office early, just to use the free WiFi to download your episodes. After watching it, we would discuss the whole episode, scene by scene, dialogue by dialogue.
Why did she have to die? Did you look at the rack on her? I’d fucking kill that kid.
The kind of sentences that we never thought we could say out loud in the office became a common thing. Our bosses started coming to us with their pen drives asking for your episodes. The bosses who had never spoken to us before were begging us not to give out spoilers. Begging. Sigh.
You became a conversation starter, an ice breaker, and in some cases, you became the conversation. Your world became my world. Arya Stark, Uncle Benjen, Bran; they all became my family.
I cried with you on the Red Wedding, I smiled with you during Cersei’s atonement, I felt dejected when Arya had to run away after watching her family being murdered and I was ecstatic when I saw the Hound return.
I even tried fucking my girlfriend like Khal Drogo but I admit that it was a bit too much. Whenever I see a happy person now, I automatically assume that he/she is going to die, and that makes things a little easier to deal with. You’ve single-handedly affected my growth as a person and I will always love you for that.
Now that you’ve gone for another year, I am scared. I am scared of the next 52 Mondays, I am scared of all the shitty fan theories and I am scared of the future. Your future; Our future. What will I do?
What will I wake up for? Dear Game of Thrones, I miss you already. Please come back. Life without you is meaningless. I will do whatever you want. I will even pay for my cable connection and watch you on HBO.
I’ll stop giving out spoilers to my friends. I’ll stop masturbating on the couch. I’ll stop searching for “Sophie Turner” naked pics. But please, please come back. I miss you and I cannot live without you.