I look back at season one of my beloved True Blood and wonder: How? How could I have been so blind? How could I have let 4-5 inches of straggly Fabio hair blind me from the truth? Had I known our time together would have been so tragically fleeting, perhaps I would have seen beneath the surface to the tailored-suit wearing Scandanavian Vampire I've come to love. It hasn't even been two full seasons since the "haircut that changed it all".You can't leave me yet.
Of course, given the track record of incredulous plot-twists (i.e. Werepanthers), something tells me you're going to pull through. I'm counting on it.