Anna

The O.C is fucked. It could not have come along at a worse time in my life. From the ages of 16 to 18, at a time when a young man is just working out how to deal with life whilst brooding and neggin' about whatever trivial girl drama is about this week, along comes Anna. Some kind of relatable and seemingly approachable megababe with glorious indie aesthetic and pop culture quips.

And then she was gone. Lost to an airport goodbye in one of the greatest television moments ever. I'm still not dealing.