It’s been a couple of weeks since Lost ended but I’m still not over it. I didn’t even enjoy seasons 3 and 4 of Lost, but those awakening scenes in the finale, where characters in Limbo started remembering their crazy time on The Island, well it just melted my face. The catalysts to their awakenings are people and events that are significant to them emotionally. It was beautiful to watch and I may have shed a tear or two. It got me thinking; what if I’m in Limbo? Who or what would trigger my flashbacks? Who or what would cause me to remember my life on Earth and eventually convince my heart and soul that I should finally let go and move on?

Obviously, family members are the prime suspects for all of us to remember some of the most significant events of our lives. It’s a given so I’m not going to discuss this possibility. Because it’s boring.

Is it you, First Girl I’ve Ever Fallen in Love With? We had a tragic love affair, didn’t we? Oh to be young and stupid.

Is it you, First Porn Movie I Ever Saw? You opened an entire world to me. A world of mindless sex and funky music. You showed me the truth that sex isn’t just for making babies. You showed me that hot, dirty, jungle fucking is different from making love.

Is it you, Favorite High School English Teacher? You were the first person to ever compliment my writing. You always made it a point to let your husband read my stuff because you were so awesomed by them. My delusion that I’m a decent writer? Your fault.

Is it one of you, Four Ex-Girlfriends? You girls know me so well. I’m notorious as someone who keeps a wall up and not even my closest friends and relatives can break through it. I made sure that it came down for you. I relinquished complete control over my life to each and every one of you. I’ve hurt you and you’ve hurt me, so I’ll understand if my awakening will be triggered by a kiss on the lips or a slap on the face.

Is it you, Fucker, my RAV4? We’ve already been through a lot. To me, and to some of my friends, you are more than an inanimate object. You are, in fact, my silent wing man. *bro fist*

Is it you, Weird Philosophy Professor? I used logic and conversations we had in class to write an essay proving that for some people, God exists. In their reality, there is a higher being. You told me that it was my essay that led to the restoration of your faith. You convinced me that, contrary to popular belief, I am not a dumbass.

Is it you, Beer? It’s probably you.

Is it you, UP Los Baños? I’ve spent the better half of a decade drinking your water, eating your instant pancit canton and breathing your wonderful air. You will always be my second home. Hell, you are my Lost island.

Is it you, Festival Supermall Comic Book Store Clerk? You were the first mall person I ever felt I had a connection with. You were like the older sister I never had, asking me about work and giving me spoilers for crappy books so I don’t have to buy them. You proved to me that not all strangers are bitches or douchebags.

Is it you, Fire Breathing Winged Horse from UPLB? You’re always there to let me know that it’s time to go home before I fall asleep in the middle of a grassy field. I still wonder why I only see you when I’m totally drunk.

Is it you, Camilla Belle? Because I love you.

Is it you, Laura Ramsey? Because I love you too.

It’s possible that I have yet to meet you, Catalyst. It may be you, Future Girlfriend. It may be you, Future Wife. It may be you, Future Son Who Loves Explosions As Much As I Do. I still have a lot of people and things that I can include in this list, but you know what? I don’t care.

The fact that I already have a list of possible candidates means my life is interesting and awesome and not crappy. That’s all I’m ever hoping to realize when I experience that mind-blowing flashback at the end of all things. I’ve met a lot of awesome people, I’ve experienced a lot of awesome things. I lived an awesome life. Cue warm bright light.

I really have to stop being too emotionally attached to TV shows.