V - Turn Left, Turn Right

 

I honestly really like romance movies, so when our professor had us watch this movie called "Turn Left Turn Right" I really liked it a lot. It's a story about two people who fell in love with each other for the second time. The first time was back when they were still kids and didn't even know each other's name. It's really cool how their love wasn't successful the first time and so they had a second time. I think it's destiny.

Watching the movie was really frustrating. You know how when the second time they met they gave each other their number (wrote it in a piece of paper) so they could keep in touch but because of the rain the ink faded and so they couldn't see the number. They got so frustrated. They didn't even know they were neighbors not til the earthquake thing happened.

There is a poem mentioned in the movie. It's called "Love at first sight".

Love at First Sight

By: Wislawa Szymborska

Both are convinced

that a sudden surge of emotion bound them together.

Beautiful is such a certainty,

but uncertainty is more beautiful.

Because they didn't know each other earlier, they suppose that

nothing was happening between them.

What of the streets, stairways and corridors

where they could have passed each other long ago?

I'd like to ask them

whether they remember-- perhaps in a revolving door

ever being face to face?

an "excuse me" in a crowd

or a voice "wrong number" in the receiver.

But I know their answer:

no, they don't remember.

They'd be greatly astonished

to learn that for a long time

chance had been playing with them.

Not yet wholly ready

to transform into fate for them

it approached them, then backed off,

stood in their way

and, suppressing a giggle,

jumped to the side.

There were signs, signals:

but what of it if they were illegible.

Perhaps three years ago,

or last Tuesday

did a certain leaflet fly

from shoulder to shoulder?

There was something lost and picked up.

Who knows but what it was a ball

in the bushes of childhood.

There were doorknobs and bells

on which earlier

touch piled on touch.

Bags beside each other in the luggage room.

Perhaps they had the same dream on a certain night,

suddenly erased after waking.

Every beginning

is but a continuation,

and the book of events

is never more than half open.

Quotes:

"Beauty is such a certainty, but uncertainty is more beautiful”

“Life is full of coincidences…even two parallel ligns might some day meet”